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Interface J L Fiol
Interface
J L Fiol
Past loneliness, past terror, past despair, beyond future, he sits in the darkness of the hallway. On the floor. Back against the wall, legs outstretched, arms limp. Above him, the empty coat hooks. One with a knot. Around him, strewn unused and discarded, his thirty-nine years, trembling at the coming millennium.
