Daniel Griliopoulos

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my father was lying on an ordinary wooden bed, covered by a pile of bedding, fast asleep. His breathing extracted layers of snoring from the depths of his breast. The whole room seemed to be lined with snores from floor to ceiling, and yet new layers were being added all the time.
The Weird: A Compendium of Dark and Strange Fictions
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