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interview by Joe Vaz

I like to write about cliché things, only do something opposite to the nature of the concept.

From Issue 15 (Nov 2011)
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by Sylvia Hiven

Indeed, the stench was bad; the odor of stale vomit and human waste lay like a veil in the room. And yes, the man that sat in the bed was a mere skeleton, his hollow cheeks pasty despite the amber light from his bedside lamp. But he had his hands clasped around a crucifix, and while his eyes were dark with fear, there was no sign of the devil in him.

From Issue 15 (Nov 2011)
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