The town of Oleander is postcard perfect. Until one day. The day
the Devil came to Oleander. Whatever they called it, through the
months to come - through the funerals and the dinners and the
sidelong glances between formerly trusting neighbours - it was all
anyone could talk about. It seemed safe to assume it was all anyone
would ever talk about, just as it was assumed that Oleander had
been changed for ever, and that, once buried, the bodies would stay
in the ground. But then the storms came . . .
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