Part 1: The Exodus — How Newfoundland’s Ghost Towns Were Born

Great Harbour Deep

The kitchen chairs were still warm from morning tea. A half-knitted sweater lay across the armrest, needles mid-loop. The radio on the counter played the local station as if it hadn’t heard the news. Outside, men loaded furniture onto a boat, silent, as though words would break them. Not one goodbye. Just a glance backward at homes th…