Stall Number Six by James Garcia Jr.

William Reese should never have attended that underground nightclub. Even now as he turned off his alarm, he could still hear the blaring music ringing in his ears. He could feel the slamming base from the morbid and exotic rhythms still pounding his belly as the first layers of sleep cobwebs began to flutter away from his consciousness. As it [...]

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