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“The Chaos” by Gerard Nolst Trenité, written…

Nedrick struggled to loosen the rope that bound his wrists behind his back. When he had awoken he found himself tied to a chair in the basement of what appeared to be an old and abandoned house. With a pounding head, and through blurry eyes he could see chairs stacked in one corner…

The victim’s body was burned to a bubbling crisp. Her hair stood on edge as it released smoke that was accompanied by a certain scent — the kind one might associate with a factory or refinery. But the smell of burnt hair was substantially lost among the overture of other…