The Poison Well
The Poison Well I The water in the river behind the Stanton Steel Works had been the color of rust for as long as Frank Keller had been alive, which was thirty-eight years. He had grown up swimming in it as a boy, though his mother had warned him not to. He had worked in the plant since he was nineteen, climbing catwalks and inspecting support beams and learning, over the course of fifteen...
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