“Here was the heart of dread. It was not fearsome. It was fetid, noxious, hopeless. A deep and exhausting misery, a crevasse so bottomless that, in the blackness, all one could make out were the contours of despair.”


Laura Tillman, The Long Shadow of Small Ghosts: Murder and Memory in an American City
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