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		<title>Those Without Souls</title>
		<link>https://voicefromthevoid.com/issues/issue-1-1/those-without-souls/</link>
		
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[C. M. Costa]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Jan 2022 18:39:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>By B. Craig Grafton A man grew old, and as he did so he started to reflect back upon his life. He did not wax nostalgic. For he forgot about all the good times and good things he had done in his life and for some reason or other fixated and dwelt only upon all [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Cul-de-sac</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[C. M. Costa]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Jan 2022 18:19:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>By Zeke Jarvis I. When anyone first walked out onto one of the patios or decks, the first thing that they would see was the trees. Green in the summer, an array of beautiful colors in the fall, and pleasantly white in the winter. It was a nice talking point when homeowners wanted to sell [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>The Margaret Lincoln Tragedy</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[C. M. Costa]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Jan 2022 19:13:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>By J.R. Packard The tragedy of Margaret Lincoln is a difficult one to understand. Not least of all, by its unique and curious nature&#8211;but that it occurred to none other than the most innocent and random of young ladies, in the most innocent and random of places. And yet, despite the strangeness of it, it [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Stranded</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[C. M. Costa]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 15 Jan 2022 16:36:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>By Jennifer Walker “I’ll have a Coke please,” Claire shouted over the plane’s engine. Judgment, the kind usually reserved for war crime tribunals, radiated from the woman in the window seat, but by the time Claire helped pass across her club soda she was working hard to look compassionate. Claire focused on the hand-off to [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>The Port-Wine Stain</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[C. M. Costa]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Jan 2022 20:32:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>By Daphne Fama He killed her in the bathroom of an Amoco gas station on a lonely stretch of Route 301 somewhere between South Carolina and Georgia in 1988. It was the sort of bathroom you needed a key to get into. The type that’s outside in the back, a broom closet with a depressing, [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>The Kaogri Plane</title>
		<link>https://voicefromthevoid.com/issues/issue-1-1/the-kaogri-plane/</link>
		
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[C. M. Costa]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2022 22:03:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>By Brian Barnett The door was locked, just as Daniel Brown anticipated. He gently rattled the doorknob to show Frank that his suspicion hadn’t been unwarranted after all. The window panes rattled noisily and the white paint, grayed with age, threatened to flake from the splintered wood of the heavy door. Frank simply nudged Daniel [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Opportunity for Advancement</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[C. M. Costa]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Apr 2022 19:41:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>By C. M. Costa I watched as a lady with a large, serrated kitchen knife sticking out of her right eye filled out some kind of form. Across from her, a man in a brown suit supervised through gold-rimmed spectacles. When she finished, the man behind the counter said something and pointed past the back [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Owned</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[C. M. Costa]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Dec 2021 14:43:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>By P. Michael Nugent Our Night It is dark on this street where our family house still stands. We live in shadow even when the sun pulls itself over the great sea wall to the east and into the sky above. Electricity still runs down here in the Wetlands but it comes and goes, sometimes [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Saint Jude Gave Me Purple Carrots</title>
		<link>https://voicefromthevoid.com/issues/issue-1-1/saint-jude-gave-me-purple-carrots/</link>
		
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[C. M. Costa]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Jan 2022 17:09:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>By Franco Amati I was getting a bagel and a coffee, and the girl behind the counter was looking at me weird. She was, like, really staring at me. I’m not a handsome guy, so it didn’t make sense. I got all self-conscious and touched my face thinking maybe there was something stuck to it. [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>A Town on the Border Between Chile and Bolivia</title>
		<link>https://voicefromthevoid.com/issues/issue-1-1/a-town-on-the-border-between-chile-and-bolivia/</link>
		
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[C. M. Costa]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2022 21:43:38 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>By Phil Yeatman The fuming peak dawns behind a ridge from miles away. Julián pays it no attention at first, another mountain like all the others in the Andean desert. But as it looms large in the windshield he can no longer ignore it. The road curves around its base and into a town of [&#8230;]</p>
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