“Jameson was a small town buried in the never-ending woods of the Australian countryside, far from the twenty-four hour bustle of the city. The isolation gave Brandt room to breathe. At least, that’s what he told people. In truth, he fucking hated the place. Hundreds of square miles of nothingness in every direction meant there weren’t many places to make new acquaintances.”
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Matt Rogers,
Isolated
