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LILT: Enter Studs

Writer's picture: Jeb BrackJeb Brack

The sun peeked over the hotel across the street like a mischievous child, then sprinted in the window and struck Studs Fedora like a thrown yellow brick. He groaned. His head felt hollow, his mouth tasted like plastic and he hadn't made it to bed...again.

 
 
 
JEB
BRACK

The Brack of All Trades

 

​I'm a freelance writer and editor.  I'm a podcaster.  I'm an artist and a magician and a game master.  If you need help with any of these things, send me a message.  If this is an emergency, then what are you doing reading my website?  Unless you need an emergency magic show or something...

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