The Torches
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Last published Tue, Sep 7, 2021
THE WORLD HAS BEEN PLUNGED INTO DARKNESS.
For the second time.
No light. Anywhere. No color. Ever.
Except -
for the Torches.
Everyone used to think they were just figments of your mind, that our brains created to give us relief from the constant darkness. Ha - relief. As if the blue balls of fire gave us any emotion but fear. But now - now that the world has gone silent, and the torches are starting to call to us - now, I think there may be more to the tale.
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