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The Last Dream Before Waking, Part II

I am walking down a long dimly lit hallway with black-slatted doors on both sides. I don’t know exactly what the doors conceal, but I have the sense that whatever it is wouldn’t be interesting enough to bother with opening them. I have been here, walking, for a very long time, but I do not

Swipe An Ace And Get Down

The elevator had been stuck for close to an hour. Mr. Type A, who had been on his way to the most important meeting of his life (but then, all of them were) was sitting on his silver Zero Halliburton briefcase in the center of the floor with his head in his hands. The metal