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Marcy was just a word now, and nothing about it called to him. 'Dry lightning, I guess,' the man said. He caught a blurred glimpse of a slender, weaselly body that seemed powered by a muscular tail rather than legs, and then its teeth sank into his ankle. Remember those stories about devil-worship in Washington State, the ones that made the press in the mid-nineties? They were tr

3Time passed. We were the ones with the deeper subconscious layer. 2Henry awakes from a terrible confused dream — blood, broken glass, the rich smells of gasoline and burning rubber — to the sound of a banging door and a blast of cold air. Before he could see if it was noticed, the view before his office window revolved as Mr Gray turned him away from the cash-register.