The Rust River
The water came up through the floor drains first, slow and cold and smelling like the Ohio River always smells, which is to say like everything that has ever been dumped into it and everything that has ever died near it. Lorna woke at four in the morning to the sound of it moving, a sound that is not really a sound but a feeling in the floor beneath your feet, the kind of vibration that tells...
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