Taylor Hagood

The Last

By Taylor Hagood The room was flooded with it—whatever that rancid nondescript nonmatter was. They held us, the few remaining ones. The room was a dim yellow. Lit by torches. The electricity had been out for months. Our shadows flickered over the walls, and rats scurried in scratching scuffles in and out of those shadows. [...]

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