Judgment Day: Part 8
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Rush hour in DC, Red Line to the suburbs. Daryl opened his eyes as the subway doors slid open, the driver’s garbled voice announcing the station and destination. He was in the last seat on the train, behind tinted plastic, …
Okay! Time to wheel out the horrible failed novel project. I’ve been promising to do this forever and, next week, it’ll begin. The project began in 1997 while I was working for an Associated Press-owned company, performing tedious editorial bullshit …