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From Scratch
Note from the author: Three years ago, I met a man named Michael Bane, who has maintained his innocence for thirty-eight years on Death Row in Tennessee. I started visiting him in prison, talking to…
Once Upon a Dream
Obi’m, Last night I dreamt of you. You were driving some kind of truck, I forget the model, but it looked like a cross between an SUV and a convertible. By the time I got…
The Violinmaker
The shop’s sign was violin-shaped, a flat emblem hanging from a thin iron rod. Nicolo watched its shadow stretching and shrinking across the stucco façade. He stood across the square, under a tree that was…
We Hid the Children
We hid them as we hid our coins, our grandmother’s jewels, our precious salts and spices – in the closets and cupboards, in the hollow places of the house. “Shh,” we whispered. “Be good. Be…