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At the River Kwai

One-way Ticket Gracefully, a smiling, blue-shirted employee of the Royal Thai State Railway proffered a ticket over the counter. Victor Offord, gruff and unshaven, snatched it back through the semicircular hole in the Perspex that separated the two of them. … Continue reading

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O’Keefe’s Dog Day

The company man’s GRV Corp. tie clip clanked against the smoked window of his car, a ¬†company car, as he stooped to unlock the door. He’d had the electronic key disabled after successfully copying the signal into his own home-made … Continue reading

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The Fate of Ivan Bidditch

For no other reason than a profound taste for the absurd, Ivan Bidditch liked to trace back the important events in his life and discover the preposterous coincidences on which they depended. At twelve ‚Ķ At eighteen, he landed his … Continue reading

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The Collector

Ting, ting. The horizontal man twitched at the first ring and jumped up at the second; his naked feet stood snugly where his body had just lain, on a hand-woven carpet: Konya, Turkey, 1963. Carpets were still cheap in ’63, … Continue reading

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