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A Dying View by Frederick K. Foote, Jr.

A Dying View by Frederick K. Foote, Jr. He was ragged, filthy, and smelled of sickness and sewers. He was too ill to care about personal appearances or even recall his name. The wastrel...

The Afternoon by Shefali Shah Choksi

The Afternoon by Shefali Shah Choksi The haunting always began in late afternoon. Loud children returned to the shade of their homes to escape the midday heat, and the swings, the slides, the lawns,...