There wasn’t much of a world for quite a while. Panic had gotten him – panic had gnawed at his calf muscle, panic had laid him out.
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There wasn’t much of a world for quite a while. Panic had gotten him – panic had gnawed at his calf muscle, panic had laid him out.
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It was a long bus ride, and the lumbering gray beast stopped regularly
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The thin silver line of fear that ran along her spine, mimicking the chill of the cold wall, would help keep her awake.
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He had proven to himself that Baker was involved in a cover up, but this was a fact William had already known. It had only been he, the escapee, who’d held any lingering doubt.
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Hari cradled his head in his hands, attempting to block out the smokey sweet smell of freshly-charred human flesh
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As soon as he stepped from the 747’s controlled climate the dry Arizona air began to bake Mukki’s lungs.
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There was no hiss, nor rattle of warning, one moment they were speaking and the next the tent to Gord’s left seemed to explode into motion.
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The conversation on the night of their unexpected meeting was so celebratory that Mukki was forced to repeat most of the details the following day when they met for dinner.
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Seeing the shredded seats, deployed airbag, and tornado trail of upholstery and glass had brought a reality to his friend’s words.
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Without physical records to pin them in place, the events, like the town of Jackfish itself, became a receding memory only touched upon by sentimentalists and conspiracy theorists.
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