Pulp Fiction, 1946 · page 82 of 84
10-Story Detective Magazine, April 1946 — page 82: what you’re looking at
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# Page 30: 10-Story Detective Magazine This page contains the continuation of a story titled "X-Ray Justice" (begun on page 62). The prose describes an intense confrontation in a confined room where a character named Strom fires a gun at another character named Fells through reinforced glass. The narrative details the gunshot's ineffectiveness against the thick glass and Strom's realization that Fells is dead, apparently from exposure to X-rays in the sealed chamber. The story concludes with Strom firing a final bullet at himself. The page also contains several period advertisements, including dental cushions, photo enlargement services, songwriting opportunities, used dresses, and a build-your-own freezer kit.
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