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Peking Doves – Manuel Marrero

Aleister Lately had come to count on these roughly biweekly itinerant sojourns to the yawning crevasse in the Deep South. The sigil of Tiamat, primordial chaos incarnate, suitably byzantine and baroque, called him crowing over to the Whore of Babylon, taking his flexible days off when needed, hoping beyond any reasonable measure that his proverbial parole officer wouldn’t come lurking, skulking behind beady eyes and avuncular brows to lift him from degeneracy.

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Gruber-ed – Dennis Pells

The name’s Meinhof, Jack Meinhof, undercover investigative reporter. Freelance of course and that’s the way I like it, no ties to the ‘Man,’ if you know what I mean.

I wasn’t looking for a story, I had enough on my plate as it was and if this one hadn’t reached out and grabbed me, I would have missed out on Pulitzer Prize winning material. Of course the Pulitzer Prize reference is only my opinion;

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Land of 1,000 Lousy Ideas – Ted Prokash

It all started with the paper I was writing on that Dostoyevsky novel. Demons. Or, as it was originally translated, The Possessed… But that’s a whole academic argument I won’t get into here. It’s what got me into this mess in the first place. Academia is a scum-pit of lousy ideas with a sort of wink and nod, tweed respectability laid on top like foliage over a tiger trap.

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The Sentinel – Anthony Dragonetti

I know it doesn’t work the way it works with God. He listens to prayers and answers them, if one keeps an open mind. I still ask you for things, though. It’s like muscle memory. Sometimes you give answers. I know where to look.

I’m convinced you played some role in the job offer I got last week. I heard it in his voice when he called to ask if I could start next Monday.

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