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Hillcrest by Martin Charlton

Billy Jenkins blamed his therapist for his current predicament. It had been on her advice that he had returned.

He’d been plagued by a persistent chill for six days now—a troublesome algid that not even the scorching summer heat could shift. It penetrated the very marrow of his bones and kept him awake much of the night.

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