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Hell's Playroom

  • Writer: Jeb Brack
    Jeb Brack
  • Feb 3, 2015
  • 1 min read

Studs kept an office in a Prohibition-era beast of a building down in the Hell's Playroom neighborhood where nobody admitted that things were hopeless. The cop still directed traffic; the flower vendor still cried his wares; the barber still swept up the leaves from the dying tree on the sidewalk. And Studs Fedora still went to work each day.

 
 
 

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​I'm a freelance writer and editor.  I'm a podcaster.  I'm an artist and a magician and a game master.  If you need help with any of these things, send me a message.  If this is an emergency, then what are you doing reading my website?  Unless you need an emergency magic show or something...

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