Malek threw Michael a moldy, half-eaten ham sandwich and a bottle of water out of the burnt- old refrigerator against the wall. Leaning against one of the workbenches he stared at Michael, his eyes black and piercing. When Michael returned his gaze he felt the fear of a child again. Not the fear of... Sign in to see full entry.
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