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by Aaron Jentzen
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Imagine yourself back in 1996. You probably wouldn’t be reading this on a glowing screen, nor regularly interrupted by a small computer in your pocket. Now, try to remember March 6 through 9. Most likely, those memories are gone, devoured by the Langoliers, along with the rest of that decade.
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by Mark Edmund Doten
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The spider and salt hearts were retrieved from the 17th lacustrine vault of the robots, and it is to the robots with their worship of Quaterniana in all its varieties that we must direct our thanks for the majority of the images herein.
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by Sean Lovelace
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By a group of poets. Drugged with cinnamon, bound in silver cloth, flown low and slow in a coughing Cessna, over treetops, under radar—to Guam.
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