The soft light of dawn casts shadows over a desk covered with overflowing ashtrays and empty glasses. The basket next to it is piled high with crumpled paper balls. Shaking hands lift a thick stack of pristine papers, slide them into the manila envelope, and seal it. Ready to send.
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Chapter 6
He was swimming through a sea of winds that spun and whirled without moving as they shouted, calling out to each other in panicked voices. Their cries buffeted him and sent him reeling from one to the other. Each burst burned, and although Matt tried to right himself, his body wouldn’t […]
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