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Creepy presents.

Another deformed dogleg.

Written by Jacob Brewer, and narrated by Nate DuFort.

Minneapolis. and narrated by need to fort. Minneapolis, bright, the skyline glistening in pain reflection of the silvery moonlight,

and even the moon seemed frigid now that the burnished lights of the Wells Fargo Tower,

that golden spire, erectile proof of financial

solidity, had been extinguished. This occurred most nights at 1204 a.m. Keith did not think the lights were

automated, though, because they turned off early during bat migration seasons.

He completed his circuit of the parking lot, the river ran to his right, and the walking path

looping from here to the foot of the old bridge, which had collapsed in 2007.

Apart from himself, the only people still awake were those taking their dogs for late-night

walks, and they wouldn't linger for the cold. Keith prepared wore a thick parka, mittens,

not gloves, snow boots, and a balaclava, itchy beneath his beanie. No snow yet, but it didn't take a meteorology degree

to know that snow was imminent. Was the Wells Fargo guard cold? Probably only in intervals as he

checked the stairwells and the roof. Keith liked to imagine that all night shift guards were part of some secret,

inclusive cabal, could recognize one another as a disconjoined twin might recognize his estranged

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