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    Cleanse the Soul
    Cleanse the Soul
    Cleanse the Soul
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    Cleanse the Soul

    By Nelson Lowhim

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    A man in prison claws at the walls around him. Accused of a crime he didn't commit, he thinks on his family, life, and he trembles. He hopes to wave his innocence and be freed. Little does he know about the world he has entered.
    His captors wear him down, and pick his defenses apart. Pain and exhaustion come together and make him feel like an animal who has nothing more than the truth to hold on to.
    But what happens when he loses that? Take this journey down the dark cave of the human mind.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEiso Publishing
    Release dateNov 2, 2012
    ISBN9781301880720
    Cleanse the Soul
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    Nelson Lowhim

    Lowhim served in the US Army as a Green Beret Engineer and graduated from Columbia University. He's been published in LA review of LA, Nine Line Anthology, and Afterwords. Born in the bubbling cauldron of Tanzania, where he picked up his first pen at the age of two and chewed. He's progressed much since then. He wrote his first story at 5, a knockoff of all the prince-saves-princess stories he'd read at the time. Life did not rest. It took him to India, then frigid Michigan. The shock, according to parent-sources, was a character building exercise. Lowhim, however, only remembered clenched fingers trying to write. Shorts about teen angst kept him going. Soon he was hitchhiking the mountainous American West where the outlaw locals kept his journal full of color. It wasn't long before he joined the US Army where the detritus of Babylon only furthered his literary ambitions. Iraq wasn't done with him. He would return, an engineer in 5th SFG. When he returned from this trip, he finished his first novel. Released upon the world, he attended Columbia University. He spent his free time writing and working with other authors. He graduated and has since been penning some of the most ambitious novels this side of that Pluto rock. Lowhim currently lives with his girlfriend in the Bronx. You can visit his blog at: http://nelsonlowhim.blogspot.com/ And you can sign up for book deals here: http://eepurl.com/DX2In His novels are: When Gods Fail (the series), The Struggle Trilogy, Tree of Freedom, and CityMuse

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      Cleanse the Soul - Nelson Lowhim

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      Cleanse the Soul

      By Nelson Lowhim

      Copyright 2012 Nelson Lowhim

      Eiso Publishing

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      All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead or otherwise, is purely coincidental.

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      For a moment, the man thought he was back home with his mother and father smiling down on him. When he woke up, he found that he was in a room, a pool of urine around him. He tried to think of the many ways that he could escape. There were none. Footsteps echoed in the distance and came to him. His heart sank; a hole formed in his mind. Everything went black.

      He felt a pain in his armpits as two men dragged him into a room. He heard the door slam shut. Metal grinding on concrete. He willed his feet to move—they wouldn’t. Was he that scared? Certainly he could at least move his feet, he thought. Again they wouldn’t listen. The men threw him on the ground.

      A few seconds passed, he willed himself to get up, to not take this lying down, and yet no part of his body wanted to listen. Was this how it ended? Him going out like a lamb? A cry bubbled to his lips and he clenched his jaw trying to suppress it. He wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing him cry. He closed his eyes praying that the tears threatening to drip out wouldn’t. After a second, he felt like he had won the war with his body’s involuntary system.

      Opening his eyes, he saw the two men who had carried him—recognizable by their large arms and thick fingers—looking down on him with half-grins. They sported massive jaws and long faces, with eyes that telegraphed how little they thought of him.

      I think he’s scared, Frank, one of them said. He had a lighter hair than the other man, and appeared to be several years older than his partner.

      I think he is, the younger man says, his tone soft.

      Their emasculating tones were like slaps to the man. The man took in the room, trying to make out if this would be his new place of confinement, or the cube where he’d spend his final moments of his life. He was surrounded by cement and the smell of harsh pine smelling cleaners. Underneath those agents of households there is a stench that wormed its way into his mind. Organic and human. This aroma told a tale of flesh torn, and of fear. And that this room was used to tear flesh and was furthermore cleaned after the fact makes the man’s heart moan.

      There was nothing else in the room except for a metal table to the side, and a light bulb. The man propped himself up on an elbow.

      Stay down, the older man in a black three-piece suit ordered.

      The man listened, though

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