The Wistful Witness

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The wool of the cardigan I wore was itchy, a coarse, scratching thing that felt less like clothing and more like a living skin that had been stretched too thin over the bones of a man who had forgotten how to be human, and I sat in the back of the rusted Ford pickup truck, watching the fog roll off the Appalachian ridges in thick, grey curtains that swallowed the world one tree line at a time,...

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