The Gospel of Rot

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The Gospel of Rot

The air in the valley did not move; it clung. It was a thick, humid shroud that smelled of jasmine and wet earth, a scent that suggested everything in this town was in a state of slow, rhythmic decomposition. I remember the first time I saw him—Silas—standing by the rusted iron gates of the St. Jude’s cemetery. He looked less like a man and more like a piece of the landscape that had decided to...

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