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There are towns that sleep when the sun goes down, and then there are towns that only pretend to. Terry, Montana, lies…

On quiet nights in Cedar Key, the town seemed to fold itself up like a damp paper map. The tourists went first,…

By day, Malvern Manor looked tired rather than haunted. That was the first thing Daniel Voss noticed when he pulled up along…

On the quiet edge of Kingsport, where the Holston River bends like a dark arm around the low ground, Rotherwood Mansion stands…

By daylight, the old Albion State Normal School looked like something that had been left behind by mistake. Not abandoned, exactly. Albion…

By day, the old King Opera House in Van Buren looked almost respectable. That was the trick of sunlight. It smoothed the…

The road above Ponce climbs in patient bends, as if the mountain has all the time in the world and the city…

You could miss Murray Station Homestead if you drove too fast, and most people did. That was part of its arrangement with…

By eleven o’clock on most nights, downtown Altoona had finished pretending it was awake. The storefronts along Twelfth Avenue gave back only…

By daylight, Bowers Mansion looks almost reasonable. That is the first trick it plays. It sits there in Washoe Valley with its…

Everybody in Cairo knew the Silver Run Tunnel, though most pretended they didn’t. That was how it was with certain places in…

There are houses that welcome you. You know the kind. Porches with rockers, windows glowing butter-yellow in the dusk, a wreath on…