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It’s not you — it’s this town that turns everything into a story where sooner or later it all connects and gels into metaphor — blatant as sunset. Short fiction by Karen Kasaba

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That night I left it at the Wharf, folded into an origami crane, under a flat, waterworn rock I picked up on East Beach. Not exactly a…