Sometimes the dreams are wonderful, and sometimes they are living hell. There are times I walk in the Eden of olden times, when the world was green and the wind …
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As his wife passed through the hallway wearing a terrycloth bathrobe, her expression vacant, as if she’d slept in too long, Emery saw a painting through her neck. Her hair …
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“Do I really have to be here for this?” said the finance minister, sweat rolling down his round face as they trudged across the shimmering tarmac. “You could let the …
