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If He Ever Came Out

Sylvie stood at the bottom of the hill, looking up. Under her feet was the crumbled uneven remains of a cement walk; little more than rubble at points. Trees and bushes and weeds grew over it. Their roots dug down beneath. Where sun and wind couldn’t erode the walk from existence, water and vegetation did.Continue reading “If He Ever Came Out”


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