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Biddeford, Maine. 1851 Maud began to talk to the dead girls in January. Elizabeth and I listened to her whispering at night, urgent and furtive, for weeks. We became accustomed to the sound of it, just as we’d grown used to the freight trains’ long, low whistle and the river’s murmur outside the boarding house […]

September 13, 1969 They come from the desert: two girls and a boy driving south through the belly of Los Angeles at midnight. They sit in a silent, Benzedrine focus as they pass through reds and oranges—taillights streaking Highway 101; the corona of a car fire in Benedict Canyon; their faces blanching as they pass […]

Timothy Vale trudged to the only silent grave in the cemetery. In the dark, in the night, there wasn’t much to distinguish the dead. Names blurred, and flowers greyed under the wash of a faded moon. Decorations faded into shadows. All that remained distinct were the few statues adhered to their posts, irregular forms blotched […]

Daisy wandered into MacKay’s Pub and went to the phone at the back, ignoring whatever the barman grumbled at her as he wiped down the counter. She leaned against the sticky wall and plunked her change into the slot. After a terse conversation with an early shift operator, a man picked up on the other […]