I Work in a Very Strange Town. We have FIVE RULES to Survive.

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The Swamp I’ve lived here my   whole life. It’s not much of a place. No name, no  fame. The locals call it “the swamp,” even though it’s not. It’s a town. It feels like a swamp,  though—always wet, always grey. The air smells of salt so strong it sticks to your skin. The  clouds never leave, the rain never stops, and mold creeps into everything. On... Read More