Spend too much time wandering the wastelands, the scrubby forgotten corners of your town, searching through the abandoned fly tippings and you start to see things that aren't there. Amongst the mattresses and broken toys are bodies. In among the undergrowth and hedge cuttings are remnants of domestic arguments. The leftovers of family christmases. Broken toys, clothes, and their contents. Making their way slowly back to mud.
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