A man was beneath Mr Taylor’s window. A wire of some kind was strangling the life out of him, first from top to toe and then, for good measure, sideways too. His cries of etc and furthermore fell on deaf ears. He slumped playfully into aforementioned Mr Taylor’s doorway and slept for a series of empty days – or maybe it was just a few hours. When he awoke the doorway was smaller and his fingernails were missing.
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