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THE PIER
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Ongoing, First published Jul 17, 2019
No one was aware of the existence of the town of Clammy, no one until 17 July 1975, that day suddenly the world knew every single detail about: "The most disturbing place on the face of the earth", had been renamed so by all the newspapers American journalists. The first deaths had hardly been news, it was a 45-year-old bum who died from an overdose and a few months later a paranoid old woman fell from the stairs of the house with her neck broken in two. Nothing extraordinary, they were simply dead: a woman with persecution delusions who ran down the stairs from some kind of shadow and a drug addict who was definitely too fond of heroin. Here, however, that on 17 July 1975 the five boys drowned near the beach of the pier, without signs of violence or suffocation, attracted the curiosity of many, it seemed that they had died in little more than a puddle where even a child of few years he would have hit the bottom with his feet, the water level was really very low.
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