The following morning, my first real stop across the canal, apart from gawking at random pieces of rotting machinery, was the ghost town of Gregoryville – which is of a very different sort than the one at Fayette. As far as I could tell, looking out from the empty gravel parking lot of the Maple Leaf Bar, it isn’t just the people of Gregoryville, but also the buildings, that are ghosts.
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