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Old Gods of Appalachia is a horror anthology podcast,

and therefore may contain material not suitable for all audiences.

So listener discretion is advised. Vincent Albright Vincent Albright, please, call me Vince, was very good at his job.

He worked in the legal department of the Cumberland Valley Authority, an entity which,

while technically owned by the federal government, enjoyed little

oversight by that body, and operated for all intents and purposes as a private for-profit

corporation. It had originally been established in the 1930s as a means of lifting Appalachas

great unwashed up from poverty through the transformative power of work.

Thousands of men were hired to begin construction on numerous projects that would harness the

power of the region's waterways to bring electricity to its rural population, control flooding,

expand roadways and bridges, and numerous other ventures that could, more or less,

be deemed economic development.

If the realization of those ventures required the displacement of equal numbers of the area's

residents, well, that was simply the price of progress, friend.

Vince had not come from Appalachia.

He had been born and bred amidst the hustle and bustle of the great city of Chicago,

a far cry from the picturesque backwater where he eventually found employment.

The middle son of a middle-class family in a sleepy neighborhood where nothing of much interest

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