No one ever really knew who The Man was: devil, evil spirit, conscience, God. But that doesn't matter, because it all meant the same in the end.
So I'll leave you with this: a final word from Jacob, tucked in the back of his notebook.
A Note
It took a long time to put this all together, so I suppose I should thank you for getting to the end. I hope you've learnt something.
There's only one thing left to say now.
Dear reader, if you're ever lucky enough to see an old man in a toga, or a suit, or a long, grey coat; if he's ever in your room, your car, or your garden; if he ever clears his throat behind your ear; don't stop to talk to him.
Don't listen.
Just a second, and he'll trap you.
Unless, of course, you want to hear what he's got to offer—and I promise, there are benefits.
In that case: listen, grab his hand, and walk backwards into hell.
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Backwards Into Hell
Mystery / ThrillerThere's nowhere quite so lonely as an Island. In the North of Scotland, the Isle of Barra is a tranquil place devoid of danger, fear, and crime. That is, of course, until Jake arrives. A week earlier, he lost his Wife in a deadly accident, and now h...
