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LIGHTLESS





Edward W. Robertson



© 2012

Smashwords Edition




He saw me as soon as I walked through the doorless entry, registering me the way a predator at a pool eyes a grazer when it has no need to feed. I recognized him at once. Eyes like caves. Spaces to disappear in. By virulent rumor, a mark of too long in the Lightless. What made it such a good rumor was that Tom Raquepaw himself may have been the only living man with the experience to confirm or deny it.

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