Westside Saints
W.M. Akers
"On a night of hard frost, in the ruins of a burnt church, I found a body in the snow."
"On a night of hard frost, in the ruins of a burnt church, I found a body in the snow."
"As they reached the rally site, double rows of blank-faced National Guard troops lined the wide avenue, sunlight bouncing off their helmets."
"When I stumble into the road, folk look and look away."
"“Dead bodies in my gardens?” muttered Irvine Pennington, sweating heavily as he led the way along a central allée of pleached hornbeam under‑planted with low‑clipped hedges of boxwood and waves of purple allium."
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