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Originally published at Ben Peek. You can comment here or there.

 

Int. A small post office in a small shopping mall. A counter with three employees. A pair of scales. A poster for passport photos. The author, an impossible to describe handsome type (the kind that would make Lovecraft squirm in delight) enters with a box of envelopes. They are signed copies of Leviathan’s Blood to be sent out to the winners of a recent competition.

AUS POST EMPLOYEE

Your book is over a kilo in weight.

THE AUTHOR

Oh.

Later, he regrets everything.

(But, more seriously, grats to those who won. Enjoy the book, tell your friends, share it round, and so forth.)

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