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  • Blog
  • Publications
    • The Good Fortune of Augusta
    • A Golden Yellow Cage
    • Fountain of Youth
    • Blacksburg Park
    • The Amazing Antoinette
    • That Song
    • Entropy
    • Black and White and Red All Over
    • The Last Blue Sky: Starflight
    • Faces of the Dead Ones
    • The Hard Sell
    • Legacy
    • Clash
    • The Final Sentence
    • Lost and Found
  • Stories
    • Instagram Micro Crime Vol 1
    • Instagram Micro Crime Vol 2
    • Instagram Micro Crime Vol 3
    • Instagram Micro Crime Vol 4
    • Instagram Micro Crime Vol 5
    • Instagram Micro Crime Vol 6 (Current)
    • A Golden Yellow Cage
    • Blondie Walker
    • The Hardest Men
    • The Tyranny Of Defense
  • Webcomics
    • Infinity
    • Extra Sin
    • Stolen Loneliness
  • For All the Thrills
    • TDC & Thrillville Presents: Vic Valentine

Entropy
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This Desperate City: Entropy
On top of the surprisingly well-made bed, a black felt cloth yawned and from its bowels bubbled forth uncountable wealth.
“Are those?”
“Diamonds.” FBI finished. “Holy shit. Look at how many.”
“Duncan didn’t say anything about there being a stash here.”
“He couldn’t have known.” FBI took a cautious step into the carpeted room. “My God, there must be a hundred of them.”
A great clump of shimmering facets piled and fell into linked concentric circles radiating outward, almost revolving, long spiral arms against a backdrop dark as pitch.
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