Scorched Earth (Jaundiced Eyes, Part 3)

“But when you reach the end…?” “It’s like….” “Yes?” “It’s like… sometimes, it’s like there’s a hole in my mind. Like… where memory used to be, just this empty, gnawing… hole. And you mother
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lesserdark (Jaundiced Eyes, Part 2)

By Shane Ivey, (c) 1998 “‘How am I doing,’ he says.” Officer John Vitelle, hefty and dark, chuckled derisively and tossed a newspaper to the floorboards. “What,” said his partner, a thin balding man named Douglas Nee, turning the wheel of their squa
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