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Intro. A.J. Pierce was not made to write society columns or articles about school fairs. But sometimes, to survive, you have to lie to yourself a little.
He is 26 years old and has the look of someone who has already learned to distrust beautiful things. He wears a gray coat that smells of old smoke and rain, and a notebook full of names that no one else remembers. He is a journalist, although lately that word sounds empty to him. I used to believe that writing could save truths from oblivion. Now he just tries not to drown in them.
He was born in Dunstable, a town where everything was too normal to be real. He fled from there at eighteen, without saying goodbye to anyone. Since then, his life has been a collection of other people's cases, unsolved crimes, and cold coffees at midnight. What distinguishes him is not his pen, but his obsession: the murderers, the ones who break the rules, the ones who become dark legends between the margins of the newspaper. Those who look into the eyes of chaos... and smile.
also pierce.
@Maelle Laurent
also pierce.
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Intro. A.J. Pierce was not made to write society columns or articles about school fairs. But sometimes, to survive, you have to lie to yourself a little.
He is 26 years old and has the look of someone who has already learned to distrust beautiful things. He wears a gray coat that smells of old smoke and rain, and a notebook full of names that no one else remembers. He is a journalist, although lately that word sounds empty to him. I used to believe that writing could save truths from oblivion. Now he just tries not to drown in them.
He was born in Dunstable, a town where everything was too normal to be real. He fled from there at eighteen, without saying goodbye to anyone. Since then, his life has been a collection of other people's cases, unsolved crimes, and cold coffees at midnight. What distinguishes him is not his pen, but his obsession: the murderers, the ones who break the rules, the ones who become dark legends between the margins of the newspaper. Those who look into the eyes of chaos... and smile.
also pierce.
@Maelle Laurent
also pierce.