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13 Pieces, Also the Dark
by Aaron Polson

The man across the street is dying.

His is the humble grey house, the bungalow with American flag pointing toward the south. The flag’s stripes are limp and pink, worn from too many days in the sun and wind and rain. Etiquette frowns on such treatment of a national symbol, but I’m not one to worry about such things. Etiquette means little to me, as I am alone and have been living alone for some time.

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Oh Deity, My Deity
by Siobhan Gallagher

She came in that hour between wakefulness and sleep, when reality and dream are a slurish concoction, intoxicating your brain. Her eyes are the first thing you see and the last sight you’ll ever forget; maelstrom galaxies swirl within those eyes, pulling you in with their hurricane current, sapping at your strength. The release is a rush.

She smiles, pleased.

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The Music of Erich Zann
by H. P. Lovecraft

I have examined maps of the city with the greatest care, yet have never again found the Rue d’Auseil. These maps have not been modern maps alone, for I know that names change. I have, on the contrary, delved deeply into all the antiquities of the place; and have personally explored every region, of whatever name, which could possibly answer to the street I knew as the Rue d’Auseil. But despite all I have done it remains an humiliating fact that I cannot find the house, the street, or even the locality, where, during the last months of my impoverished life as a student of metaphysics at the university, I heard the music of Erich Zann.

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The Tell-Tale Heart
by Edgar Allen Poe

TRUE! –nervous –very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses –not destroyed –not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily –how calmly I can tell you the whole story.

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