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Gladio has two problems.The first is that there is only an hour until the editor arrives. An hour, with twenty five pages written and none worth seeing. An hour, an hour, an hour, an hour.59 minutes now.This is what happens when he thinks.This is what happens when he tries to enjoy his life.This is what happens when he feels like he needs to live.When he tells himself he has worked enough to warrant a break, and spends his whole break wondering why he isn't working.He ends up here.Sat on the laminate bathroom in a hotel that's charging him e...
The air begins to feel a little thin by thirty kilometres. Mulberry’s Marathon boasts no elevation, no highland trails or mountaintop summits, yet Harold Jolliffe feels as if he’s spent the last four hours climbing Jacob’s Ladder, to the altitudes of daredevils who parachute from shabby planes, and the maniacs who assault 8,000 kilometre mountains… Killer MountainBlack Passage Heaven’s Doorstep Why, why, why? He would often think, brushing the spicy-noodle powder from his chest while watching documentaries on those oddballs. Why would anybod...
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"Please," She begs. "Don’t.." The time ticks 1616 as Pancho presses the barrel of his pistol against her skull. There’s a black lushness to her hair that reminds him of his mother, a practised poise that reminds him of his own. Same age. Same heritage. "Aren't we acolytes of the same god?" She says, in the echoes of his prayers. "Aren't you a holy man?" Her whispers fight the adrenaline storm of semi-automatics chorusing in the distance. "You have a choice." She says. "You don’t have to do this." She is ri...
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