_Had any bad nightmares lately? That's nothing; you'll be afraid to dream at all after you read ..._ At the sound, Henry Ritchie's hand jerked. Most of the martini sloshed out over his robe. He jumped up, swabbing furiously at the spots. "Goddam it!"…
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