The Faded Road
Cornwall in the autumn of 1969 did not know about the Cultural Revolution, but the tin mines had closed, leaving the landscape a volcano’s old skirt of ash, and the ferry engines at slack sounded like a throat clearing before a long, difficult sentence. The town of Falmouth moved with the heavy, rhythmic labor of men who had learned to carry weight until their spines curved to match the...
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