Added November 13, 2015

The killer awoke, surrounded by strangers.

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Without Warning
John Birmingham
Published 2008 Book
Older I am running. I am running through moonlit woods, with branches ripping at my clothes and my feet catching in the snow-bowed bracken. Brambles slash at my hands. My breath tears in my throat. It hurts. Everything hurts.
Newer When you first disappeared, your mother warned me that finding out exactly what had happened to you would be worse than never knowing. We argued about this constantly because arguing was the only thing that held us together at the time.

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