I read The New Yorker so you don’t have to, dear reader — but it’s also because occasionally, once in a blue moon, they stumble onto something truly interesting:
More than any drug since crack, the stories of fentanyl’s spread through the United States brush up against the edge of myth. It is a substance so concentrated that tiny amounts are said to be e…
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