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Go to: Table of Contents “I’d knew you’d show up again. Just my damn luck.” “Language, Abe, language.” Silas crossed the office and sat down. “A man your age should know better.” Peter Abernathy harrumphed and crossed his arms over his chest. His spectacles glinted as he looked…
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Go to: Table of Contents Hannah was floating. Everything was black, save a trickle of light, far below her. Somewhere, far away, she heard a voice. Something else was in the darkness. She felt it try to touch her. Its anger was like a rolling tide. Rising higher and higher,…
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Go to: Table of Contents “We’ve been that way already.” “I know, I just wanted to look again,” Silas said. “We’re getting nowhere,” Lang said. “Five more minutes and we’re pulling out.” “Don’t be ridiculous,” he said. “The way back is probably closed.” The steps leading…
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Go to: Table of Contents They rode without speaking, the garbled noise of the cabbie’s radio filling the silence. The map on the divider screen revealed they had reached the edge of Brooklyn. It was sad place. Buildings with boarded-up windows read “No Admittance.” Not a person, not even a…
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Go to: Table of Contents Hannah stood in front of Emily’s bed. The woman was motionless, the slow blips on her monitor the only sign she was alive. Hannah considered speaking. She wasn’t sure if it would do any good. There was so much she wanted to say, for the…
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Go to: Table of Contents “This is all your fault,” Hannah said. “Me?” Silas said. “I’m hurt. Wounded, even.” Hannah leaned over her chair toward Silas. It was difficult, given she was handcuffed to the armrest. “This is the second time I’ve been in handcuffs since I met…