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Broken, bloodied, my stomach churned to pieces. I stumble to awaken, one eye open gathering at fragments of memories. What had happened? My phone is filled with late night calls to any writers I could think of and though the conversations are forgotten their urgent message snaps back to the forefront of my mind














I’m not sure how they pulled it off, but the New York Times managed to get Alan Moore, you know the famously grumpy but amazingly talented writer of graphic novels such as…