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I am an ugly thing of flesh and stone. My eyes, like glittering points of quartz, peer out from beneath the ridges, dark as coal, that protrude from my cheeks and forehead. I am my father’s son, poisoned by the same rituals that have turned his flesh to rock and that have already begun to do the same to me.

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Read “The Bone House” by James Lecky, in Issue #20

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James Lecky is a writer based in Derry, Northern Ireland. His short fiction has appeared in a number of publications both in print and online including EDF, Mirror Dance, The Absent Willow Review, Sorcerous Signals, Emerald Eye: The Best Irish Imaginative Fiction, The Phantom Queen Awakes, and multiple times in Beneath Ceaseless Skies. His random musings on various topics can be found on his blog, Tales From the Computerbank (http://jameslecky.blogspot.com).

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