Dr. Howard Dire paced along the sterile corridor, his strides wide and determined. His white knuckles clasped a silver-coloured clipboard, now his only possession, having deposited his keys, wallet, and identification badge at the security desk. As he walked, his gaze remained locked on the solid steel door at the end of the path. On …

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When I was in high school I had a good friend for telling a great story. She was just the type of person who was always in the right spot at the right time to see the action. She would go away for the weekend and return with tales of police raids at her friend’s …

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