ONE Unlike most psychiatrists, Fiszman didn’t have a sofa or a chaise longue in his office. Nor did he have a bookshelf. Nor were there any sharp objects on his desk like pens or paperclips. He didn’t wear a tie, either, or shoelaces. In fact, anything...

On the final night of his probationary driving job, Keith finds himself forced down a detour that leads far from the familiar. What begins as a simple road closure spirals into a nightmare of captivity, where human bodies serve unthinkable purposes and survival depends on...

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