parker’s desk

Dark­ness. A dull pound­ing sen­sa­tion in Joshua’s head played like the slow beat fill­ing the air of a night­club, the throb­bing slowly trans­form­ing itself into a more acute sen­sa­tion before he came to real­ize he couldn’t see. There was some kind of resis­tance fight­ing the effort he was mak­ing to peel his eye­lids open, what felt like …

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