Category: Anarchy After Dark
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SALT & SKIN – THE DRIFTER’S WELCOME
The beach at sunset is empty except for the sound of waves and the faint crackle of a joint. She’s sitting on a piece of driftwood, backpack at her feet, hair the color of rust after rain, freckles scattered across her nose and shoulders like scattered embers. Rusty. Nineteen. Ran from a trailer park in…