Fiction | September 01, 2001

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Summer, 1904

Edward Tug was nobody special to Step Hall, especially now that he was a dead man.  Step waited on shore while Fred Titus and Elmo pulled the body onto the grass and laid him next to the half-submerged boat they’d found drifting among the cypress stumps that morning.  Edward Tug himself was washed into the cypress cove and come to rest against a broken branch dragging in the water.

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