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“There’s something — in her mouth.”

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Last night I dreamed again of being lost — lost so deep beneath that I didn’t even know where I’d come from, who I was — and I didn’t care. It was a dream of that sort I remember noting as a girl — the dream that begins in progress, but unlike novels […]

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Castle examined every inch of earth, but there were no holes. However the cat, rat, whatever, had gotten in, it didn’t seem to have been through the garden. The soil was slightly moist, in that way gardens often are, but not loose enough for a hole to disappear itself. There was […]

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I’m lost. I don’t know where I came from, and I don’t care.
The voice kept ringing in Castle’s head, and what was disconcerting about it was that it sounded different now. It sounded more like Castle’s own inner voice, the way it would if he were just repeating someone’s phone number to […]

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I’m going to serialize another free novel here, a haunted house story I wrote in the summer of 2004, largely while watching softball whenever there wasn’t a Red Sox game on.
This was not the first novel I wrote. It wasn’t even the fourth. But it was the first one written in what I think of […]