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Followed by the thunderclap of the gunshot.

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A searing pain, blooming in spirals. Then, somewhere after, the thunderclap of a gun.

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You hear the whine of a 50cc engine. A small tuk-tuk appears in your peripheral vision.

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You hear the whine of a 50cc engine. A small tuk-tuk appears in your peripheral vision.

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You hear the whine of a 50cc engine. A small tuk-tuk appears in your peripheral vision.

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You hear the whine of a 50cc engine. A small tuk-tuk appears in your peripheral vision.

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You hear the whine of a 50cc engine. A small tuk-tuk appears in your peripheral vision.

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Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.

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The side reads 'sodium thiopental' -- truth serum.

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Smoke chars your throat black.

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Something very wrong with his head. Pink, wet brain at his hairline.

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You barely feel it.

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His glasses slip down his nose. He's trying to fight it. He can't.

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Your wrists burn -- the skin chafed. Your shoulders ache from the pull.

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A chill unrelated to temperature flicks up your spine.

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Your fingertips itch with anticipated pleasure.

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You can hear someone singing, faintly. Not quite loud enough to catch the lyrics.

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Most of those journals look cheap. Pulp-adjacent, really. They probably feel cheap too.

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Goosebumps rise on your neck.

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You hear someone's voice singing, but only for a moment.

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Focusing on the relentless black on white of the pages make your eyes strain with effort.

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Their pelts are damp and shiny with rain. You expect the smell of wet dog -- there is none.

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You can see her eyes reflected in the glass.

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Her nails scratch against your knuckles.

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From the loose headphone speaker, you hear the faint sound of an electric piano, followed by an unmistakable voice.

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Warm to the touch. It wants you to take it.

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Following the kid's line of sight, you land on Petre, who stands at the front of his stall obsessively cleaning a disc.

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A few metres away, your target continues to pant and sweat as he whispers into the payphone, the cable still wrapped around his neck.

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A few metres away, the well-dressed young man continues to pant and sweat as he whispers into the payphone, the cable still wrapped around his neck.

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Up. Down. Up. Down. Mmmm, sensual pleasure.

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Soft. Smoooooth.

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Give it a rest for today. Return when the sensation is fresh and it should once again have its calming effect.

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A porthole opens into vein-crossed dimness.

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A tiny, wet SKIRCH as it slides in.

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The same pen hanging from the subeditor's neck.

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The same pen hanging from the younger woman's neck.

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She's looking at your glasses.

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She raises the photograph until it eclipses the bazaar in front of you.

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One tacks up a sign on the wall which says: 'WELCOME TO THE INTERNATIONAL PARTY CONFERENCE 66. PLEASE FLUSH'.

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For a moment you think you catch the sound of a tambourine.

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Chills run through you as the letters begin to spell out a plausible message.

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Relatively deafening.

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The heavy floorboards are spotted with motor oil and bootprints.

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Ten thousand needles across your skin.

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The slime stings your bare skin. It feels like it will never wash off.

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You can hear snatches of drumbeat, but you don't know where it's coming from.

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Swaying lantern lights, fried meat, thick smoke.

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But no. Your friend is dead, and you're standing here like a pillock, burning your lungs on a soggy cigarette.