"The Fourth Person"

This was not Greg Hann's day.
Not his day indeed.



New Jersey, in a rainy late-night...

He ran, ran like no writer had ran before. The muscles on his legs contorted with pain. The air that entered and escaped his lungs were short and rapid. His heart throbbed to his every breath. His...

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