Table of Contents | 16 February 2009
I glanced down at my arm. The gash, which had been raw and red just a few seconds earlier, was gone. The only trace of the wound was a thin white scar that curved along the muscle. "You're welcome," she said.
I woke up at three o'clock in the morning and it just hit me. Bam! I'm gonna do black science fiction!
Fish now swim through the / libraries of Atlantis
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