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The heavy steel door twisted on its hinges as it bashed against the corresponding wall. The door had been opened this way many times before as the indentation that scarred the wall was a perfect fit for the similarly worn door handle. A det…
The light twitched and flickered as it shook. He sat squarely at a wooden table that had hundreds of names scratched into it, messages of warning and despair. He took no notice. His hands, shackled in ancient chains anchored to the stone fl…
I arrived at Beaumont avenue at around 2am; first on the scene. The rain had just finished its assault and I figured it was ok to remove my hood. It was completely dark except for the low hue of side lamps through net curtains and the dull …