Galesburg

Stories in Galesburg

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The twisted metal gates might as well have been locked shut; I couldn't move past the threshold.

by Ivy Bennet

Galesburg — I ran after him. I ran until my chest felt like icicles were stabbing into my skin, freezing each breath I took. I ran until the leaves around me were almost like a green blur; as though someone smear...

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