Section 3

The sunlight filtered through the columns of glass that adorned the lobby; the angle of the rays upon the floor let Roger know that he was just in time, or not, depending on where his boss happened to be when he arrived at his cubicle. He crammed himself into one of...

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Section 2

She wakes on the same futon in the same cell she had woken these past few nights. The stench of the morning cleanup alerts her that she is within the bowels of the club, her face screwed up in complete concentration. The old man wants to see her. Some grunge offered...

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Section 1

CHAPTER FOUR: LIKETOWORKATNOTHINALLDAY   Stonehenge creaks I can feel it in the plumbing the shifting of the pose Already they are marching in flocks A million humans searching for truth any attempt at salvation   Sensual stones you move me Disc mount primeval...

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Section 12

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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Section 11

She moves like a diamond and seven evening stars. All eyes are 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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Section 10

The doorbell buzzed. For an instant Roger looked up perplexed, he could not recall a time he had ever heard his doorbell ring. He quickly set the canister down on the kitchenette counter, mussed with his ever-present cowlick and squeegeed his hands across his face for...

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Section 9

Roger wandered the streets on autopilot until he found himself back at the entrance to his apartment building. A bit befuddled, his first thought was to talk to Ms Diamond now that he too had seen a face within a face; no, that would be a futile endeavor. His next...

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Section 8

“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.” “Beware of the dragon,” Brown...

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Section 7

The bell jingled and the door hung perfect 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 one looked. He started for a moment; losing perspective must be the shock...

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Section 6

Brown and Winters arrived, as the EMTs were wheeling the gurney out to the victim. This one might still be alive and finally they would have a lead. They jostled their way through the crowd assuming an air of authority, let me go boy with the hope of keeping these...

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