Fiction | September 01, 1982

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When touring the Ozarks in ’06 the Govenor learned of a spa, famed for its medicianl baths, and went there. He was greeted by the host and quickly introduced to an array of clay cones, from which gurgled a soapy mud heavily charged with alkali and radium.

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