Well, hell, if I could manage to do that every night I'd have a feature in a week.
The World of Missing Persons is now a bloaty-feeling 15 pages long, on its way to 100 or so. Tressa's in bed, in the dark, afraid of a hole in the wall. Victor's obsessed with the morse code signal, and a regular at the Rocket Café. All's relatively well with the
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