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Graham Masterton
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Graham Masterton: The Taking of Mr Bill
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It was only a few minutes past four in the afternoon, but the day suddenly grew dark, thunderously dark, and freezing-cold rain began t...
Graham Masterton: Half-Sick of Shadows
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It was raining so hard that Mark stayed in the Range Rover, drinking cold espresso straight from the flask and listening to a play on...
Graham Masterton: A portrait of Jennie
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He dragged the sheet off the easel. “My God,” she gasped. It was her, nude, with butterflies dancing around her nipples. “Marry...
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