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The Rusting Screws
The waiter informed me that I was bothering the other diners with my weeping.
Fiction
| Short Story
Scribblings
When the scholar began reading between the lines, he was at first shocked by the plaintive simplicity of the hidden messages, then frustrated, then eventually bored as he inscribed them by hand.
Fiction
| Short Story
And Our Fathers, Who Are They?
He had started his murder spree on the very night I was born.