Transmissions des Oubliettes Rouges
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Hunger
The suns light exterminated in the massed leaves and an early dusk fallen. A catholic wilderness where the wind whispered in the snaking branches hymns of doom and the earth slept in churchly darkness. As he walked, he passed areas where the land had fallen sheer and extreme and ancient stones held the trail sovereign…
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The Blunt End of It
We had been receiving phone calls in the small hours of the morning, my caregivers reporting each time an inability to discern any presence on the line.
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Bound in Skin
I can’t stress enough the psychological effect of having the words you’ve written bound in your own skin. In having words torn from your mind…