Hard wind, everything tossing, chains snapping, cars rocking, Tanner shut down the Hell bound, looked around: Dreamland a delirium of flying coffins. “Fucking Jim.” Tanner searched the labyrinths. “Fucking Jim.” The dream lanes were jammed – the usual midsummer night’s bedlam: trailer park vamps in their short skirts, beehive bouffants, more makeup on their doe […]

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