One by one they walked into the river, disappearing under the icy cold water where they were seized by the current. Many hours later, the sky over the Highlands flushed a blood red. And when daybreak finally arrived, hundreds of swollen bodies were seen floating languidly under the Tappan Zee Bridge on their way toward New York … giving the earliest risers a glimpse of somebody else’s nightmare. It was Christmas Day.
The end of Black Spring
