Jessa Nox

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The bullet chewed through Andy’s face. It shredded the skin beneath his left eye, swam through his cranium, and burst out the back of his skull. His aborted brains sloughed out from the fissure and slipped across the road behind him. A map of memories stretched out like egg yolks on the pavement. His brains actually began to sizzle in the oppressive heat.
No One Rides For Free
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