Morphic Road: The Light
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Last published Sun, Dec 22, 2013
The voices grew louder, more urgent, as if they were running out of time. It sounded like a gibberish. It was gibberish. I knew that. It was a dream, Right? That's what I told myself and it calmed me down. That is, until I heard a single word break through the haze as plain and clear as if someone had leaned over and spoke directly into my ear. "Morphic"
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