by Eddie Lane
A man by the name of Timson was elated when he heard from an old colleague of his that he was going to be featured in a compendium of works with a series of great and known writers. Though mesmerized by the knowledge of his potential gains and his chance at a new life, he was worried that he was selected as an author when he had hardly written anything at all, and such mysterious good fortune had irked him. Disregarding these notions he ran home to tell his grandfather of the wondrous news only to find him rape murdered.
Eddie Lane is a novice writer.
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