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She carried herself with a rare grace and poise – there didn\u2019t seem to be any baggage holding her back. \u2018OK,\u2019 said Jennifer, \u2018I\u2019ll let you get back to it. Thanks for coming out to say hello. I\u2019ll be in touch.\u2019 \u2018Looking forward to it,\u2019 said Cash.<\/p>\n

\u2018Bye, Nina. Lovely to meet you.\u2019 The young girl gave him a small wave. Jennifer leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before taking her daughter\u2019s hand and leading her back out through the store. Cash felt a million things as he stood and watched them go. OceanofPDF.com A few hours after the band\u2019s performance at Amoeba, Cash received a phone call from Slim.<\/p>\n

He was exhausted from the day, half asleep on his sofa as a Townes Van Zandt album played quietly on his turntable. When he picked up the phone there was something in Slim\u2019s voice that made him sit up immediately. He sounded distant and hollow, like he was calling from a grey void.<\/p>\n

\u2018Sorry to bug you, man. I know it\u2019s been a big day.\u2019 \u2018You don\u2019t sound so good,\u2019 said Cash. \u2018What\u2019s going on?\u2019 \u2018I\u2019m OK. Don\u2019t worry, it\u2019s not what you think – I\u2019m not using.\u2019 Cash breathed an audible sigh of relief. He felt his body relax as he leaned back into the sofa. \u2018But I do have a problem,\u2019 continued Slim.<\/p>\n

\u2018We need to talk. Can you meet me?\u2019 An hour later they were sitting across from each other at their usual table at Goldie\u2019s. The bar was busy, and they had to speak loudly to be heard over the music and the contained roar of conversation that swirled around them. \u2018What\u2019s on your mind?\u2019 said Cash. \u2018You\u2019ve got me worried.\u2019 Slim slowly sipped a coke. His ivory skin shone softly in the glimmer of the table lamp. \u2018You remember when I told you how expensive my habit was getting?\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018I remember.\u2019 \u2018Well, the money ran out. A while ago. I\u2019ve been able to get by on some royalties that have been coming in the last couple of months, but otherwise I\u2019m basically broke.\u2019 \u2018You should have told me,\u2019 said Cash. \u2018I would have helped you out.\u2019<\/p>\n

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First published in Great Britain in 2025 by Close To The Bone Copyright \u00a9 2025 Daniel Gard\u2019ner Daniel Gard\u2019ner asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 All rights reserved. No part of the book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publisher.<\/p>\n

First Printing, 2025 OceanofPDF.com Prologue Slim Mason\u2019s Telecaster was screaming like a wounded animal. He was hunched over the guitar, his hands a blur as he cast out wave after wave of steely, reverb-drenched noise. He turned toward his amplifier to extract sheets of piercing feedback before ending his solo in a cascade of descending notes that twisted and broke apart from one another in a discordant spiral. Andy was motionless behind his microphone, staring out impassively at the crowd as they lurched and swayed like a giant, unknowable beast.<\/p>\n

He could feel the force of the band behind him, a visceral power that moved through his body like a tremor. Rob had his back turned to the audience, lost in the deep rumble of his bass as the song transitioned out of Slim\u2019s solo and into the final chorus. As Vital Minds neared the end of a long encore on a sweltering night in Atlanta, the seats in the Fox Theatre had been made redundant – every member of the sold-out crowd was on their feet.<\/p>\n

The band were road testing material from their upcoming record on a short run of east coast dates, and the response every night had been overwhelming – the new songs had blended seamlessly with the more established material, maintaining the band\u2019s signature lean power but adding an intoxicating melodic sheen that audiences connected to instantly. Behind his kit on the drum riser, Cash watched over everything.<\/p>\n

As he eased into the sleazy shuffle of the chorus he caught a glimpse of the fans at the front of the stage, their faces briefly illuminated by shards of flashing light. He could sense the mass of people toward the back of the venue, and as he raised his eyes to the balcony he could just make out a blur of bodies pressed together in the darkness. He locked eyes with Rob as the chorus gave way to an extended outro and Andy began singing over a simple chord pattern from Slim, a hauntingly spare melody that drifted out into the darkness like a siren call.<\/p>\n

The crowd sang the phrase back at him, a swirling mass of voices that filled the entire room. But as Andy prepared to sing the song\u2019s final lines, the chiming echo of Slim\u2019s guitar suddenly disappeared, leaving a gaping void of sound and energy.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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