![]() ![]() ![]() Someone else was in the room standing to my left. Harris?” he asked smugly, his arms folded. Littered with files, a large desk, built of the same material took up most of the floor space.Ī young, thin man, dressed in what appeared to be an expensive suit and tie along with a pair of very shiny shoes, leaned against it. I tried to focus on the brass handles that seemed to be everywhere. The walls were covered in dark walnut book cases, filled with hundreds of books, all set behind glass. I sat on a leather sofa, in an office I had no memory of ever being in. I pushed myself up, turning to put my feet on the floor. number nine, zero, eight, three, seven? Are you with me?” Harris,” a voice filtered into my consciousness. Barely aware of my surroundings I found my hand on a door as the signal screamed in my head. I climbed three flights of stairs in a building I’d never seen. I was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. ![]() Nothing could stand in my way, nothing could stop me. I saw nothing, heard nothing, moved through the world in a fog. Something pulled at me, filling my head… a sound, a single tone… a signal that drove me to find it… to end it… to get it out of my head. ![]()
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