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“That’s your mistake, Thin Man,” I said. “Whenever has
            a fact flouted a dream, let alone a nightmare? But I’ll leave
            you to your folly, for now.”
               The thin man was then joined by a second, identical thin
            man. “I think we’re gonna be just fine. We’ve fried bigger
            fish than you, big man.”
               I  shifted  my  gaze  to  the  newcomer.  “Wrong  on  both
            counts, I’m afraid.”
               “You don’t seem at all curious as to why you’re still
            alive,” said the first. “Doesn’t that strike you as the least bit
            odd?” He was growing visibly annoyed by my indifference.
               By the conclusion of our time  together, he would be
            begging for my indifference. I made no outward show of my
            anger, but I was in immense pain from the rage that ate away
            at my innards. I could still hear the weeping of my sisters.
            Even now, they were alone, without their brother, buried
            in the smoking ashes of my past. And my father’s rage and
            indignation—I could feel it, scorching and dreadful.
               “You  see,”  continued  the  first,  “my  brother’s  been
            studying  all  this  supernatural  hoodoo.  And the  way  he
            figures it, if we keep you here, like bait you might say, we
            can pick off all the killers that come for you, one by one.
            You probably also noticed that we took out quite a bit of
            insurance in the form of some hired men. They’re the best
            money could buy, my man. So, whoever comes lookin’ for
            us is gonna have a small army to fuck with. We’ve already
            nixed about seven names from our list, so far. Unfortunately,
            the last fish swallowed our bait, so we had to find another
            worm. That would be you, in case you were wondering. Not
            a bad play, huh, big man?” He was desperate for me to feel
            desperate, but all I felt was the weakness of the chains I’d
            been wrapped in and the loss of my family.
               A third thin man joined the previous two. “I see you’ve
            been speaking to my brothers. Please, don’t let their crudity
            give  you  any  confidence  in  the  prospect  of  surviving  us.
            You’re here until the wheels fall off, I’m afraid.” Clearly the
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