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Into the Darkened Green World
Continue reading: Into the Darkened Green WorldThe beautiful silver-haired ex-movie actress had stood at the car window with her rescued doe and black bear, while Blair talked to her husband about the Night Slayer and the latest cattle thefts and mutilations…
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Op Art
Continue reading: Op ArtCalvert Thorne, familiar to club scene fans as DJ Sergey, sprinkles pine pollen in his hair. He collects it himself, scrambling up mighty ponderosas, nimble as someone half his age. Each spring, a year’s supply saved in antique apothecary jars. It’s his only obvious affectation—indeed, apart from pop music chops, he seems bourgeois to the…
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Zen
Continue reading: ZenI remember that I paid him a visit soon after they’d moved in, their first real home together, a house on Sherwood Street. From first impressions the name seemed inappropriate; there were no merry men to be seen, just defeated-looking people returning to the neighbouring terraces at hometime, thin carrier bags swinging from one hand,…
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Lucas Boone Gets Treatment
Continue reading: Lucas Boone Gets TreatmentRepeating the trauma of Afghanistan is supposed to cure it. I don the state-of-the-art headset, 3 fucking D, and hold the controller. Hepatic feedback. Sit in the seat. Hepatic feedback. Humvee on a bumpy road? Not really. No way to simulate the choke of sand and smoke, but when she thinks you’re ready, the doctor…
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The Wolf Is Living
Continue reading: The Wolf Is LivingMy father liked to say that the only thing to do in Florence, South Carolina, is eat dinner at Cain’s BBQ, and I am beginning to think he’s goddamned right. Of course, many thousand more restaurants exist here now, most of them slick chains, but the notion that my father, the Colonel, once had still…