The Faded Frontier
The flood did not come with the roar of a breaking dam, nor with the siren wail of emergency broadcasts that usually precede the unraveling of our orderly lives; it arrived instead as a slow, viscous thickening of the air in the basement of the St. Jude’s Regional Correctional Facility, a dampness that seemed to seep up from the very foundation stones, carrying with it the metallic, coppery...
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