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The Sun on the Back of the Neck
Mick’s blood was a strange thing. The doctors in the dusty labs used to call it a miracle, but to him, it always felt like a dirty secret. It was thick and slow. It had a way of fighting off things that killed other men. He had spent twenty years being the guy they sent…
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Why I Had to Carry a Dying Girl Through Ten Miles of Murderers
The lights did not just flicker. They died. One second the city was a screaming hive of neon and junk food smells: the next, it was a grave. A ten million ton grave. Most people scream when the lights go out. They reach for their phones and pray for a signal. But I just stood…
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The Disgraced Bomb Tech Who Had Twenty Minutes to Save the City from a Ghost Train
Ray pushed the gray mop over the station floor. The smell of bleach was the only thing that kept the ghosts away. Five years ago, his hands were the most important tools in the city. He could take apart a bomb with the grace of a man peeling an orange. Now, his hands just gripped…