Light crept across the snow in the backyard and the snow became blindingly bright—it seemed more than white, seemed more like empty space, like a crisp sheet of paper just fed through the roller of a typewriter. Adam Golaski spins dark, weird tales in the original sense of the word: uncanny, unearthly, sometimes fantastic and … Continue reading Worse Than Myself
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