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Nick kicked an empty tin aside, and leaned against the back of the couch. In spite of the large storm windows, the room seemed small and dark, the air..
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MacLeod’s became steadily more crowded as the afternoon faded into early autumn dusk. Outside, the sky darkened to a rusty purple and the light ..
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Hours later, most of the town’s population was still sitting in MacLeod’s. Every few moments the door would swing open with a gust of chil..
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Devon was late.
For the first fifteen minutes or so, Nick Jones had thought it nothing important, because his friend was always late. This time, tho..
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