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My stories

Forward

Part 1: The Present Day Dom had been promoted to head of foreign accounts at one of the most prestigious banking companies in Midway. The streets...

Ashton: Origins [Part 1: Lord Macaulay]

3. Ashton: Origins [Part 1: Lord Macaulay] While I prefer to stick to my shared ancestry with the ancient cave dwellers of the African plains that we...

Autobiography: 2. Second Memory [a.k.a. The Heist]

2. Second Memory [a.k.a. The Heist] I can’t be sure if this memory is my own, or if it is in fact the product of frequent, embellished story-telling...

A Slightly Hyperbolic Tale of a Man Who has Accomplished Relatively Nothing

Ashton Macaulay: A Slightly Hyperbolic Tale of a Man Who has Accomplished Relatively Nothing Welcome to what I can only assume will be a barbaric...

Judgement

Judgement The interrogation room was stifling and smelled of rotten corpses. Timothy sat at the end of a bland wooden desk, shuffling through a stack...

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