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THE CASE OF THE MISSING VEUVIAN COLPETTA [Part One]

THE CASE OF THE MISSING VEUVIAN COLPETTA [Part One]

Miriam Baxter lived life on the periphery, or so she told anyone who might ask. Really, she lived at 55 Snowflake Drive in a skinny building wedged between tall pines and a railway, and made from ten little apartments neatly stuffed inside a dark brick frame. With prim type –

THE WHISPERS OF WHEAT

THE WHISPERS OF WHEAT

“I wake up every morning and say to myself, ‘Son of a bitch, I’m still alive.'” It was the farmer, John Dittlesby, who said this between falsetto snivels of his wicker rocking chair. Before that he sat in silence, staring at an upturned floorboard on the porch that wrapped a dilapidated

THE HANDS OF SALAMANDRE [PART 1]

THE HANDS OF SALAMANDRE [PART 1]

“This story begins as many stories do: from the very start and from nowhere else in between. It is a tale about what follows that distinct moment in every great man’s life, when he must choose a path between defending his beliefs or else accepting his ultimate demise. And in

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THE GOLDEN CLAIM-JUMPER

For as long as he could remember, Cash Silver thought his name unfitting but today – with only a bankrupt bar in Colorado and three dead goldfish to call his own – the thought was stronger than ever before. Cash Silver seemed right for a six-foot-four cowboy with bronzed skin and

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AN INTERVIEW NEAR SIGNAL STREET

The subway car came to an abrupt halt.      “Signal Street!”      With a polite nod to the plumpish redhead whose morose stares he had endured for the larger part of his 57-minute trip from Eagleshead to Signal Street (“So sorry miss, didn’t mean to bump you there”),

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