In my grandmother’s basement was a big, round, sheet metal furnace, with duct work that looked, in the shadows, like flailing arms. The story was formed from nightmares and fantasies that children had fallen into the great hole beneath this…

In my grandmother’s basement was a big, round, sheet metal furnace, with duct work that looked, in the shadows, like flailing arms. The story was formed from nightmares and fantasies that children had fallen into the great hole beneath this…