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My name is Hank Tomlinson. I am — or was — a CIA agent, and interrogating prisoners at Gitmo was my last job.
Now I'm on the run, escaping incarceration in a maximum security mental health facility.
Coming In Issue 214
by Darren Lipnicki
by Steve Pool
I Was A Steam-Age Werewolf
by BG Hilton
by DW Walker
The Fog On 14th November
by Ovidiu Bufnila
There Goes The Neighbourhood
by Bart Meehan
by David Scholes
Zombie Copyright Extensions
by Wes Parish
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Positive Intervention - by DW Walker
Forgiveness (Flashback) - by Rob Bleckly
Who Loves What The Most? - by Wes Parish
Poor Mrs Rosebaum - by Benjamin Hayes
A Magical Ring - by Ovidiu Bufnila
Swept Off Her Feet (Flashback) - by Angela Slatter
Swamp Gas - by Elizabeth Rhodes
Me Go Boom You Go Boom (Flashback) - by Tony Plank
The Memories of Lorna Davis - by Sean Mulroy
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Science fiction writers, I am sorry to say, really do not know anything. We can't talk about science, because our knowledge of it is limited and unofficial, and usually our fiction is dreadful.