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    The Desperate Light
    The Desperate Light
    The Desperate Light
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    The Desperate Light

    By J.W. Carey

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    Written in one night and, since, unedited, Carey tells the story of a man becoming lost. Within The Desperate Light, he captures the spirit of the truly desperate man, the embodiement of a soulless thing searching for something he is destined never to find. Once again, Carey eschews simple exposition in favour of a character's madness.
    A short story from the writer of Adjective Narcissism and God Metaphor.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJ.W. Carey
    Release dateAug 4, 2014
    ISBN9781310707698
    The Desperate Light
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    J.W. Carey

    I've lived in the North-West of England my entire life, and in 23 years I haven't managed to achieve a single thing. I write these things because it lets me feel like I've achieved something, and it lets me tell myself that I am something beyond that which I am in my daily life.

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