CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â I lowered the gun. His eyes made me do it. They were sunken and dark, but very clear. In their light I felt ashamed. A...
Read MoreCHAPTER FORTY-SIX Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â It was a long while before I put the binoculars down and when I did, the dome disappeared. I figured it had to be the glasses....
Read MoreCHAPTER FORTY-FIVE Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Around the time I’d grown accustomed to the G force he hit the brakes and all the pent up sweat leapt off me onto the...
Read MoreCHAPTER FORTY-FOUR We drove on a mangy highway, through the post-stripmine covering of processed garbage that adheres to the county wherever banks were too cheap to put...
Read MoreCHAPTER FORTY-THREE          “Who’s driving?â€Â  I asked.          “We got a driver. Get in,†he said, holding open the front...
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THE MAN WHO CAN'T DIE
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GAHA: BABES OF THE ABYSS
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