To what has your Wheel been yoked? To what hasn’t it? In the raucous spit of a thousand missing letters, special correspondent Stoner sends us her reports on the marriage of Hell and the American living room. To be read beneath the diamond sharp gleam of a professional smile. Is it laughter? Is it crisis? We’ll wake you when it’s over, and over, and over again.
I didn’t know her, this dead woman, her skin glowed a living amber. Her body occupies the minds of a legion. I never met her and yet I knew her. I knew her suffering as I knew my own. And I knew—don’t ask me how—but I knew that millions of others saw it too. Though they did not feel I did not feel. And as events progrefsed, we feared what I saw and wished it, her, gone.
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