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Abounding in Song
The one-eyed brute, the absolute zero, slouches his 15-foot frame across a stone run of white rock, as he’s wandered all these years, alone, navigating beneath a permanent twilight of red-black expanse, his unreal sky.
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The Glass Box
George first noticed V a few days prior, while on his way to visit his mother, Joan, whom he’d recently moved into a retirement community just outside of the city.
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What songs do the victims sing?
Life-giving mementos float across deep indigo night, watched by ash gray and blank faces of a living moon...