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She had situated herself in a creaking old rocking chair on the far side of the cluttered room. The shotgun was propped on the arm of the chair with the index finger of her gnarled right hand curled determinedly around the trigger. Beyond that, detail was lost in the shadows. The single candle on the table that held the sarcophagus wasn't equal to the challenge. |
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What now seems like 100 years ago, the infamous Gibby Marshall taught me a ploy that under the circumstances sounds perfectly ludicrous. The premise is a simple one; no matter how bad the situation, disregard the other fellow's advantage and act just like you have control. Considering the |
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