I didn't turn round.rnI knew what was coming. It happened once a year, on his birthday. His choice: moral blackmail, perhaps? I sensed the misty shimmer forming in the corner of the room behind me, the impossible twists in directions that didn't exist, the machinery and its increasingly haggard passenger solidifying from thin air.rnOn the sideboard was a faded monochrome picture: a confident young man and his beautiful new bride. Without turning, I spoke to the original.rn"The answer's still no, Hubert."rn"I'm not asking a lot," he pleaded.rn"Only murder," I said, fingering the gun in my pocket.rnWe went through the usual exchange. "If you don't kill me, you didn't get born."rn"I was born."
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