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\chapauth{The Iron Fury}
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\chapter{The Horrid Refraction}
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{\em This entry picks up immediately after {\rm The Horrid Reflection}
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ends.}
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Suddenly, I was sobbing. Once the tears ceased leaping from my
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blood-drenched sockets, I took a moment to recollect myself. My
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muscles tensed. I looked down at the dark, mangled body next to me.
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What the fuck, I thought. I still had glass in my face. My head
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throbbed. I rolled the corpse onto its back. And vomited. I vomited
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so hard, so long, that a vessel burst in my eye, coloring it red as
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Satan's ass. Its body had dissolved into phlegmy puss. The alley
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stunk of fear and sweat and blood. And now vomit.
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The glow of some unspeakable evil hung heavy, looming over the dark
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corridor. It pulsated. I had to get out of there. I had to think
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about what just happened.
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I got to my lodgings and cleaned up. As I was picking glass out of
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my shattered skull, a knock sounded. Heavy- angry almost- on the
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thick wooden door. Inching to the corner of the room, I determined
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to wait them out. I had darker matters to attend to. What was that
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thing I had glimpsed in that dim alley? Why did it wear my badge?
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Why was it--
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``Bavarious! I know you're there!'' a feminine voice bellowed. I
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could sense there would be no introspective pondering for me this
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evening. I edged to the door. Skin standing at attention, hairs all
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prickle, I passed my hairy appendage over the door knob. Slowly, I
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creaked it open. Standing before me was a person I had thought,
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hell, hoped I would never see again.
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Nora Fury. A halo of fiery red curls cascaded about her, wild and
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unrestrained. Just like she was. A single cigarette smouldered in
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her claw-like grasp. As soon as she was in the dank room, a slap
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encircled my raw face. Blazed like the fury for which she was aptly
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named.
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``How dare you leave me in Mexico,'' she sneered. I snee\-red back at
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her sneer.
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``How dare you shack up with that drug lord,'' I returned with equal
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disdain. ``Can't we just move on? You're a tough dame. I knew you
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would come out on top. Here, lemme pour you a drink.''
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I knew that when Nora was mad, she was a hellcat under the covers.
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Maybe a nice distraction would ease my beleaguered mind. I turned
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to the crimson cabinet behind my desk and my hands found their way
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to two glasses and a bottle of whiskey.
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``So what d'ya need from me, Sugar?'' I smarmed, holding out the
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stiff libation. It dropped to the floor, shattering at my feet.
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There was no one in the room.
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