Joe Silber earns his keep with his head in the cloud. In between manuals, he runs between paving stones conspiring to do him grave injury, writes the occasional poem, and employs the Oxford comma in the practice of composing bits of pulp, having determined the Great American Novel to be the greatest fiction of all. Follow him on Twitter at @bishopjoey.
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Sinister forces roam London’s streets, skulking through the neon-lit rain. They are not alone. Haunted by memories of the man who abandoned her, Amber goes walking in the deep night.