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CHAPTER THREE: IFISHOULDFALLFROMTHEGRACEOFGOD  Upon the granite slab frozen to the skin, cold as death; The necromancer hovers above chanting an ancient tongue Alchemy and old lace, I cringe at the suffusion of energy, wilt at the Spirals of light, this time the...

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Winters always hated the smell: formaldehyde, alcohol and the insipid stench of death, the morgue, so antiseptic and otherworldly. He hated his partner even more as the phone began bleating just as he and his wife began waking in the right way. Forced to reach across...

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Roger had taken the long way back from Cedar-Sinai Hospital. He left his older model Eclipse Spyder, the last vestiges of his position in society, behind, as he assumed he would be arrested and didn’t want the car involved. Walking down North Commonwealth, he thought...

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Browns and Winters discussed the forensics results at the Donut King. They both knew that the girl took precedence over the bums, but it appeared that the girl had just run into some bad luck. You must be a member to view the rest of this content Login...

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Roger suddenly noticed that a crowd had gathered to see the excitement. A group of churchgoers in their Sunday best were chattering on all sides, sending him back into the nausea, as he checked his clothes for flames or burns. The man’s name was Ben. The shock of...

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Brown and Winters arrived, as the EMTs were wheeling the gurney out to the victim.  This one might still be alive and at last they would have a lead. They jostled their way through the crowd assuming the air of authority and hopefully keeping these good Samaritans...

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The bell jingled and door jambed as Roger made his entrance.  I know I know I promised but hell, first the girl and now him. It seemed like bums were going off like fireworks everywhere you looked. He started for a moment, losing perspective, must be the shock, caught...

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“Ma’am, is that what you heard?” Winters was writing beside Brown. “Yes, I recall clearly,” she began fanning herself. “This heat is stifling, I’m afraid I will have to sit down momentarily, but the older man said beware of the dragon.” You must be a member to view...

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Roger wandered the streets until he found himself back at the apartment building. His first thought was to talk to Ms Diamond now that he too saw a face within a face; but, he knew that was a fruitless endeavor. His next thought was to strip and get in the shower and...

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“I cannot explain it, master,” the viselike grip on the vessel’s balls sent a nauseating pain into his lower intestines. “It is beguiling.” “It is incompetent,” another squeeze, “it is repugnant,” still another, “but it is hardly beguiling.” “I searched as the...

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The overcast day was beginning to paint the sky in all its panoramic colors of sun, smog and ocean, as Roger squinted once more at the football game on the snow blizzard of a TV set. Who would have thought he had the last TV made in existence without a cable hookup in...

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The doorbell rang. For an instant Roger looked up alert, then quickly rolled up the musty print and lodged it back into the canister. He mussed with his ever-present cowlick and squeegeed his hands across his face for a sense of sobriety. Then went to the door and...

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After the two detectives left his apartment, Roger went straight to the bottle. The weekend kept spiraling out of control. First, the scream in the night, followed by the bum accosting him, then Cassandra and the face, then Ben burning to death in front of him, and...

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She moves like a diamond and seven evening stars. All eyes riveted upon her performance; her limbs floating as if an absence of bone. The music though rhythmic has no depth or sophistication, just a rumbling of bumps and grinds. She lifts a veil from her tunic and...

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Roger’s frustration began to build; he sat at the computer and lit the bong pulling in the fresh smoke of the bud. As evening fell, so too did the level of amber liquid in the bottle. The answer to everything that had happened this weekend was tantalizingly close and...
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