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the faces behind the door (an excerpt from a book I am writing)


in the faces beyond the door, he could hear his own breathing…the rise and fall of aspiration, a thickening. silence stood at the door. he listened. stopped. counted seconds. handle, twist, knob, pull. ¬†finding his own face beyond the door….surrounded … Continue reading

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