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[i_love_squats]

[There isn’t much to see in a backdrop of grays, of bricks, of overcast hues like the film on a muddy sandbox, but there’s enough, isn’t there? At least for a vague glance, there’s enough. Boots, thick and leather, fine and mass produced. The side of a dusty. indescript pant. A flash of colored glass. The grip of a hand, curled and bloody

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[swordofthenorth]

A most foreboding dream, if I do say so myself.

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[i_love_squats]

I--I don't think it was me. It didn't feel like me.

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[swordofthenorth]

Perhaps it wasn't you.

Narrowing it down may take time, however. In light of recent events, there appear to be many individuals that would like to see the doctor meet an unfortunate end.

[ Isley, on the other hand, doesn't sound as though he cares one way or the other what happens to the killer of whores and other women. ]

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[i_love_squats]

So, if it wasn't me, then who? And why--

Wait, you think this is one of THOSE dreams, don't you? [And it makes sense, doesn't it?] I need to find out who it is. This-- it won't fix anything.

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[swordofthenorth]

It may be one of those dreams, Zack...it may not be.

What if it is?

What if it isn't?

[ A candle flame is snuffed out, or it continues to burn...but either way, the clock is ticking, and the length of wick is fading away. ]

I wonder if you'll try and save him.

[ He makes no reference as to whether he means the doctor, or the figure with the bloody hand. ]

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[i_love_squats]

[Too many what ifs. Too many questions. Too many things unsaid.

[He grinds his teeth.]

I want to save them all. Wasn't that the whole point of this?

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[swordofthenorth]

I suppose we have our work cut out for us, then.

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[i_love_squats]

Good thing I don't back away from challenges.

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[swordofthenorth]

I'd be disappointed if you did.