By Ray Bradbury
May 2013 book - retail epub
Halloween evening, 1954. a tender, film-obsessed scriptwriter has simply been employed at one of many nice studios. An nameless research leads from the enormous Maximus motion pictures backlot to an eerie graveyard separated from the studio through a unmarried wall. There he makes a terrifying discovery that thrusts him right into a maelstrom of intrigue and mystery--and into the dizzy excitement of the motion picture on the top of its glittering energy.
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