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THEN ONE MORNING HE WENT OUT INTO THAT WORLD AND DID NOT COME BACK TO THE ROOM AND THE PINE TABLE.
the black books, in which the journal was written, the ring, the photograph, the packet of letters were left there, beside the thick stack of manuscript, the complete works of jack burden, which was already beginning to curl at the edges under the paperweight.
current location: hopping between los angeles and nyc
third-person storybook. threading preferred, but aim is fine, too. random scenes are love!
 cass mastern
ooc contact/scene request post. comments are screened!
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