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12 Kilos
The ancient woman is there, slowly cutting up the carrots and mealy potatoes that Garrett had gleaned from the garden earlier. She doesn’t jump or startle when Garrett comes awake howling like a vivisected animal. She doesn’t even stop her slow and deliberate cutting as she clears her throat.
“You do that a lot.”
Garrett isn’t even fully aware of...
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"12 Kilos,
The Good One
There was no moment of feeling suddenly tired, no realization that sitting down and leaning back in the old lawn chair was probably a bad idea. One moment Garrett was closing his eyes for a moment to try and focus, clear the cobwebs, remove the old ghosts and the bad thoughts, the next he was laying in a soft down...
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This is the sound of a fucking gun and this is the sound of your world collapsing.
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12 Kilos...
The Figure
The air is pleasant and warm, not as hot and dry as the wastes, nor wet and cloying like the air of his village as a youth. This is dream weather, perfect beyond reproach. The sky is a brilliant shade of orange dusk that gives way to an old-world highway surrounded by a patchwork of prairie grasses and bushes that seems...
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