The Dance With Death
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Last published Thu, Aug 13, 2020
They must've left us for the sharks back there. One minute we were having cocktails with the bosses wife, the next i woke up to Russian scientists tearing patches out from my skin, installing some sort of implant near my chest. Now I find myself in a bathroom... there's a used syringe and a dead partner of mine next to me. Goddamnit Murray, I thought you had a lot more going for you.
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