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John
Crommody woke with one of his usual hangovers; his usual lament: why in the
hell did have to drink, and so alcoholically? In fact, why did he h..
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The sound
of a door slamming. She had lain there for hours, knowing that it was coming: this,
the signal between her and him that her beating was im..
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The sky was
the colour of metal, reminding him of where exactly he was. Ray sat
back down on his bed and waited for the buzzing sound, and the jangl..
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The bar was like something out of a movie: chandeliers and
lamps, a poster that doubled as a mirror, a moose head, jutting out from the
wall. Tim sa..
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Ned sat in the bath, looking up at the ceiling. Brown
patches of mold where the water had seeped through. He washed his hair and
marveled at the siz..
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Ned sat in the bath and looked up at the ceiling. Brown
patches of mold where the water had seeped through. He washed his hair and
marveled at the s..
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He woke in the cold as he so often would. Winter nights,
cutting in deep on weary bones. He could see that the tent flap had come open
and was flapp..
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The wind picked up and blew across the brown empty plains. James
Anderson stood and looked out across it. Open fields, empty and devoid of anything,
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Travers pulled the car in and parked it on the street. He
sat and looked at the house in the night. A rundown place, sitting under a
street-lamp; a ..
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The light buzzed and crackled above his head. He pulled out
the white shirt and black pants from his sports bag, got changed and looked at
himself i..
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