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Fellowship Lost, Ch. 1, Prt. 4Scott Cairl stood in the center of the practice cubicle, one arm crossed against his chest, a fist raised to hide his frown. He had seen this kind of damage before. He’d seen a lot of things before – and much more clearly then he did now – but these earmarks were so familiar, he needed no fine details.   
On the white walls abutting the corner of the room, a web of black cracks ricocheted outward from an oblong shadow approximately three feet up from the floor. Here was the distinctive bowed oval; there, the hunched shoulders that held it afloat; lower down, the protrusions of elbows and knees bent and tucked. Even wi Fellowship Lost, Ch. 1, Prt. 4
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The Eyes Have It
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Fellowship Lost, Ch. 1, Prt. 3The woman who answered his knock caused his gonads to crawl up and out of sight. It wasn’t the two diamond studs that impaled her left nostril. It wasn’t the trail of silver hoops that curled around her ear lobe. It wasn’t the clenched fists perched on her hips or the tattoos that spidered across the backs of those fists like lace gloves with the fingertips cut off. It wasn’t even the knowledge that those tats had been applied to her palms as well – something that had to have hurt beyond what Jay considered the normal threshold for pain.  
 
It was knowing what those hands could learn from a single touch. &n Fellowship Lost, Ch. 1, Prt. 3
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Fellowship Lost, Ch. 1, Prt. 2How he loathed these white halls.  
 
It wasn’t just the sameness, turn after turn, corner after corner. It was the lack of dimension. Years of therapy had improved his gross motor skills and he now walked with the barest of limps. But not even microsurgery and corneal implants had been able to restore his depth perception completely. With no color to define these corridors, walking the halls of Cell 2 was like groping your way through a glass of milk.   
It didn’t help that he was stoned.   
“Hey, Jay!”   
He slowed to a stop and steepled one hand against the wall. It was that or fa Fellowship Lost, Ch. 1, Prt. 2
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