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Chapter 8-2
Morton paced back and forth in the windowless room he’d been put in upon their arrival in Austria. He’d been left alone for hours. In a way, that was good. The less he had to deal with Seymour the better. But it also left him nervous and jittery. And more determined than ever to put a permanent end to this seemingly endless misery. He did not like the idea of leaving Graham with the empty feeling Seymour spoke of, but better that than to be at Seymour’s mercy. No more. At any time now, Seymour would come to him and expect Morton to submit to him. The thought of lying with Seymour again filled him with revulsion. The easiest way to end his life, Morton thought, would be to expose himself to the sun. He didn’t relish the thought of being burned to a crisp, but it would be the fastest way
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