It was the dregs of December. That time when days are short and rich
food and lavish drink become an ordeal rather than a treat. One cold
windy grey cabin feverish afternoon I wrestled on layers of stained
torn clothes and called - Guy Noir, subterranean investigator. Get
me outta here befor
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It was the dregs of December. That time when days are short and rich
food and lavish drink become an ordeal rather than a treat. One cold
windy grey cabin feverish afternoon I wrestled on layers of stained
