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"The Art of Suffering" by Martin Livings
"Please let me in and give me the knife first, Alexia," he said,
sounding far too sane. "Then I'll explain everything to you, I promise."
"I can't do that, Owen, you know that," Alex said reasonably.
She was fervently hoping that someone had heard the disturbance earlier and called the police.
All she had to do was keep him talking, and keep him out. "Please explain it to me first,
then we'll see."
"Let me in, you bitch!" The sudden change in tone made
Alex jump, as did the sudden thumping on the door, rattling it on its hinges. "Let... me... in!
Let... me... in!" A blow on the door accompanied each word, as if struck with open hands.
"Let... me... in! Let... me...in!"
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"Tasting Time" by Jay Caselberg
Carlos glanced back over his shoulder. Two more of the Retrans
were down now, and their guide had been hit too. He willed the Angor to move faster. It'd be them
next. It seemed to take forever, but they finally reached the adjoining street, and Carlos pulled
Woot San behind the shadow of the building. He ducked his head around the corner, seeing what more
he could tell about what was going on. He sensed a movement beside him, a brief wash of alien
scent, and Woot San was standing in the middle of the street, looking across the square with obvious
interest.
Carlos leaped across the intervening space and dragged him back
into the building's shadow.
"What are you trying to do?" he said.
Woot San looked up at him. "I am trying to taste the history.
It is important."
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