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a new Hertzan Chimera novel TWILIGHT'S LAST GLEAMING - The limp trickle of liquid on porcelain. The filthy tap squeaking as it is turned off. The static cling of tights being pulled on. The hot smells of the flesh. The juicy odours The lubricated thrashings and tortured sighs. The scampering of footsteps on the uncarpeted staircase. The slamming of the front door.