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He stared at ash trickling from the ass of his cigarette, landing like pepper in a dish of salt. Vincent Roul was a nocturnal man, though he rarely slept during the day. Constant bouts of insomnia led to aches and pains in his limbs, causing tension where his hands connected to his wrists. This often sent fear through him, as he needed his fingers to wrap around a pen—he only ever used ink because lead smudged too much under the curse of being left-handed. He was quick to anger, possessed an expansive dictionary of insults...

Outstanding reviews

A fascinating character study and pathology! Bringing the narrative full circle in the last para was brilliant. Like a real thinking person’s thriller — very admirable job of turning the psychological tables and getting inside Vincent’s head. I love the diverse directions these prompts take us in.
Thank you, Martin, much appreciation!
Awesome story! It’s hard to fit so much detail into such a short amount of words but this works so well! 10/10

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