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Transmissions des Oubliettes Rouges
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Cruel Lights
Each button, it turned out, led to a new page with dozens of images displayed under headers like “Slammed,” “Punctured,” “Scraped”. Single words, violent but nonspecific, doing nothing to help explain the images beneath them, which were all like the one on the front page: sludgy, indistinct pools of hazy color, vague shapes jumbled together…
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Hunger
The suns light exterminated in the massed leaves and an early dusk fallen. A catholic wilderness where the wind whispered in the snaking branches hymns of doom and the earth slept in churchly darkness. As he walked, he passed areas where the land had fallen sheer and extreme and ancient stones held the trail sovereign…
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The Blunt End of It
We had been receiving phone calls in the small hours of the morning, my caregivers reporting each time an inability to discern any presence on the line.