Chapter 4

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The computer. The desk. Everything is as it was. You had another dream, yet only a few minutes have passed since you returned home from your trip to McDonalds. The screen taunts you, begging you to press on a document. The twelve all stare you down eagerly.

West Moorwich

who tf am i

Praying for Roses

WIP 1.12.8

The Edevane Assassin

Vanderbraum Family History

For Samantha

Criss Cross

WIP 2.4.18

Eris Rises

The Death of the Architect

The Happymart Horror

The question arises, yet again. Click on an unfamiliar one? One you've already experienced? Or step away from the computer, before it's allure pulls you in again?

 Click on an unfamiliar one? One you've already experienced? Or step away from the computer, before it's allure pulls you in again?

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The lack of physical form perturbs you, but not as much as before. The white expanse is not so terrifying. In fact, it's merely like a thick snowstorm. Nothing terrifying about a snowstorm, right?

And look, there! A shooting star. Yet, blue. Racing across what once was the sky, and soaring, ever closer towards you. Growing ever warmer, ever brighter, and soon enough, it tears through your consciousness, enveloping you.

 Growing ever warmer, ever brighter, and soon enough, it tears through your consciousness, enveloping you

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