Charlie De’Ath looked down at his dark brown Oxford shoes as he stood on the spray-soaked boardwalk separating the waterfront properties from Old Orchard Beach, Maine. They were scuffed with curves of roughened leather where the door panel he kicked in earlier that morning scraped across the shiny toecap. Tutting, he reached into the glove … Continue reading The Ring of De’Ath
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