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I wasn’t in the best of moods, if you can’t tell. And spending the next most-of-a-day with my sorry-feeling self didn’t appeal in the least. So I decided to spend it with other people and pulled up the Hearse’s library.
I do that a lot. Read, I mean. Most of what I do for a living is waiting around for the killing to happen, right? A man develops a way to pass the time or goes nuts enough to get careless. Reading was the way I passed mine.
How do you think I got my name? What—you thought it came from my tendency to pile up bodies? “There goes Eugene Fischer, the man who stacks ’em like cord wood.”
Yeah … no. Know what a library is? Where they used to house books? Real books. Those tactile, 3D, interactive devices that sometimes make you sneeze. Book depositories called libraries—act
