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Excerpts The First and Final Game
I will enjoy telling you this story, Martin. I have your eloquence at last. I will enjoy caressing your cold still hands and delighting in my own pulse. Martin. You have that blank stare of the dead now. It is my first day as a flesh and blood human being. I have been standing, staring out this window until my eyes burn. Sharp white daylight turns the bay into flat glass and slices cleanly across rooftops. Across the water, houses squat behind high hedges, hidden from their neighbours. Electricity is irregular here, and so are phones, but the privacy is absolute. You could kill every single person in every single house and hardly anyone would disturb you. It's that kind of place.
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