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  1. Public Bookmark 25

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    The ATF has questions about how some explosions on Greendale's campus tie into the local rumors of a cult led by Troy Barnes. The study group has answers.

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    15 Aug 2017

  2. Public Bookmark 11

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    A post-canon universe for The Borgias, focused on Micheletto after he leaves Cesare's service and finds his way not back, but forward.

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    14 Aug 2017

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    Cesare finds out later who she is, and for a little while he thinks he is supposed to hate her, the half-sister who has everything he doesn't, everything Juan doesn't, everything she could ever want. But he doesn't hate her. He writes her name in the back of one of his notebooks: Lucrezia, Lucrezia, and then he closes the book and shoves it under his bed and forgets about it for a long, long time.

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    13 Aug 2017

  4. Public Bookmark 11

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    “I bet you bring all your coworkers to the middle of the forest to cook meat.”

    “Only the ones I like,” Armie says, gentle and mysterious.

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    5 Aug 2017

  5. Public Bookmark 16

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    Santino always woke up struggling for air. The walls of his cell closing in, crushing him into the present. He was shaky as he got to his feet, closing his eyes, stretching out his hands. He counted the steps to the opposite wall. Then he walked until his back was to the cell door, and counted the steps to the next well. He pressed his head against concrete, breathing in, then out. The walls snapped back into place, appeased by ritual. Santino lay back on his bed, folding his hands over his chest.

    Prison stank.

    It was an unrelenting stink of men crowded into tiny cells for the rest of their lives. Sweat, flatulence, body odour, vomit. Prison perfume. Santino breathed it in. Out. Choked it down. It grounded him in the mornings. People were beginning to stir. Everyone was quiet, save for those who murmured greetings to their neighbours, the words shredded away through concrete.

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    2 Aug 2017