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Phantagraph, v. 8, issue 3, whole 32, August 1940
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The Phantagraph Aug '40 Page 4 ****************************************************** way?" With a suddenly resurgent panic I realized that I knew not even my own name -- nothing of my past life! I ran feverishly questing hands along my pockets -- empty. "I don't know!" I babbled. "Oh, God, if I could only remember!" My companion struck a match; I saw, by its slight flame, a lean, humorous face, just now lax and flaccid with drunkenness. "Take it easy", he advised. He took a small box from his pocket. "Aspirin", he explained. "Always carry 'em; like the taste. B'sides, they're good for you. Here take one ... tie up all the loose ends -- an' Christ, have you got loose ends!" I washed the small tablet down with a draught from the flask he offered me, choking fearsomely at the foul taste of the liquor, reeking as it did with the taint of the flask. An automobile parked in the street outside, opposite our alley, and the beams from its lights were reflected into the narrow passage. By their soft light I saw my companion place -- an aspirin tablet in his mouth, tip the flask skywards. I vanished in a lovely puff of green smoke. * () * () * () * () * () * () * () * () * () * visitant his bright eyes glaze; the sorceror is dead; the remnants of his servitors have fled, but ... horror ... what is the mad, flapping thing that hovers, bat-like o'er his severed head? -- wilfred owen morley ******************************************************
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The Phantagraph Aug '40 Page 4 ****************************************************** way?" With a suddenly resurgent panic I realized that I knew not even my own name -- nothing of my past life! I ran feverishly questing hands along my pockets -- empty. "I don't know!" I babbled. "Oh, God, if I could only remember!" My companion struck a match; I saw, by its slight flame, a lean, humorous face, just now lax and flaccid with drunkenness. "Take it easy", he advised. He took a small box from his pocket. "Aspirin", he explained. "Always carry 'em; like the taste. B'sides, they're good for you. Here take one ... tie up all the loose ends -- an' Christ, have you got loose ends!" I washed the small tablet down with a draught from the flask he offered me, choking fearsomely at the foul taste of the liquor, reeking as it did with the taint of the flask. An automobile parked in the street outside, opposite our alley, and the beams from its lights were reflected into the narrow passage. By their soft light I saw my companion place -- an aspirin tablet in his mouth, tip the flask skywards. I vanished in a lovely puff of green smoke. * () * () * () * () * () * () * () * () * () * visitant his bright eyes glaze; the sorceror is dead; the remnants of his servitors have fled, but ... horror ... what is the mad, flapping thing that hovers, bat-like o'er his severed head? -- wilfred owen morley ******************************************************
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