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  His poetry has appeared in places ranging from the Venice Biennale to the Brighton Evening Argus, as well as a multitude of literary magazines, and his stories have an international following.

  His short play, Bar Londra, is in the repertory of the Turin Theatre Company. He has recently appeared as an actor in both plays and films.

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  Now read the opening of Bryan Murphy's e-book, "Linehan Saves":

  Linehan Saves

  Yingmeng, China, April 2020.

  “I want a man! A man!”

  Seán Linehan slams the door in the young woman’s face. She takes a step back, stands still for a moment, then adjusts her dress to its most opaque and walks away down the corridor, shaking her head.

  Linehan leans back against the other side of the hotel room door and tries to control his breathing. God, she was beautiful. He staggers over to the armchair next to the bed, flops into it, pulls out his phone and calls Mo.

  “Show-un! Good to hear you. What can I do for you?”

  “A man! I want a man!”

  “You don’t like Miss May? Everyone likes Miss May.”

  “I want a man,” he groans.

  “Miss May is the best we have. Most pretty. Very sweet.”

  “A man.”

  “You will see. She is an excellent interpreter. The bestest.”

  “Look, Mo, I’m here to work. How can I work if my very sweet, most pretty interpreter keeps turning the front of her clothing transparent?”

  “You don’t like?”

  “Yes, I do. Too damned like. So if you people really want the 2030 World Cup, you’ll get on to the agency double quick and have them send me a male interpreter. A good one. Who wears normal, old-fashioned Western or Chinese clothes!”

  A wave of tiredness hits Linehan. Jesus Christ, it feels late.

  Mo is talking. “Sure thing, Show-un, I’ll do that. Whatever you want. Are you OK? You don’t seem quite yourself.”

  “You’re right. I’m not the Seán Linehan you met in Switzerland. And I’m not your typical corruptible sports executive. See? I’m the new, improved version. Seán Linehan in shining armour. So you guys had better clean up your act. Get it?”

  Mo is laughing softly. “You seem jet-lagged.”

  “Yes, I am, my friend. You can’t imagine. It’s been a long, long journey.”

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