Leonid Korogodski, “Pink Noise”, Silverberry Press. h no visible ending, a lumpy white and gray and green patchwork of complex structures and orderly parks an “There’s a glow, and a little warmth, but it doesn’t last. He put the scalpel back on the tray with the other bright and gleaming instruments.
“I bet you fit right in. Still, he feels a high-speed projectile hit his leg and penetrate a little way, slowed by the guard’s go-suit and stopped by his own hardened flesh. Then Audrey comes out of the basement, wearing borrowed sweats and heavy socks. She was wheeling a linen cart with one hand and clutching a sheaf of newspapers in the other.
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