We whiff the stink of the grate and hold our tongues. A throng freezes across the street. Having pummeled through...
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Everything cracks around me. The ice, even just a few feet along the bank, crackles like it is being stepped...
The men in my ears clacked about The Iliad as I walked. I used to pause my podcasts and take...