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Decades later, after the pandemic costs Alex his corporate job, he picks up work delivering specialty items to homebound clientele and, against all odds, he realizes he enjoys his new life.  His world is simpler. Quieter.
Until he once more hears the tuneless, wordless song of the woman song of the woman from the house behind.  Until the cracks in the facade of his simple, quiet life begin to yawn, and a past he thought he had outrun begins to gain on him.
Until he finds himself slipping into the world behind.
BEHIND is Bentley Little at his best, a scathing, razor sharp terror of off kilter paranoia that examines the thin veneer of civilization and how quickly it can erode...and what lies behind it.</subfield>
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