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Tuesday, March 5, 2019

day 1

This will be vague because it has to be. It cannot be anything other than a story of ghosts recovery. If am allowed to live, and I think that I am, then I will use these words as a sword. The death of my enemy exists in a parallel world. The entrypoint is a mirror. I am not selling anything I wouldn't buy myself (in this other place). It's deciding to do so here, now, that allows me to grow the sword from my hand /or/ learn to conjure it from sleeve in the fashion of a magician. I am committing to a final performance. Tada.