Molly
All around me, a veil. A dark urgency. I am lost.
Where am I?
I must be asleep. Still. Like death.
I want to open my eyes but can't.
Smothered, drowning.
No floor beneath my feet.
I call out. Cry. But I have no voice. Then, over and over I see grinning Georgiy, blood oozing. He holds a 9mm bullet between two fingers, rolling it. The brass point rotates, …
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