Brendan Hannigan
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“Tell me again.” Malcolm drew in a breath. His eyes were still closed. “Tell me what you think you saw.” He opened his eyes. Slowly and with great difficulty, as if struggling to the surface of a viscous fluid, he began to become aware of his surroundings. A small, dimly lit room gradually came into focus.
By Brendan Hannigan3 years ago in Futurism