Fiction | March 01, 1992

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On a blue evening Skidmore headed north on the interstate to Cassadaga. He didn’t know what to expect, only that he needed to somehow connect with someone who’d recently died. He pulled the tab on a beer and popped in his Allman Brothers tape, “Midnight Rider.”

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