Howie 3

Howie Good

"Everything exists to be put into books"

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It’s a land without myth, a story without a name. The anonymous man in the overcoat looks like someone you’d only encounter in a penny arcade in a dream. I can’t, I tell him again. Sorry. He has the small, hooded eyes of Joan of Arc’s inquisitor. She’s sitting in a corner by herself, hands over her face.