I open my eyes; inky darkness presses against me from every corner, broken only by the pale, cold sliver of light sneaking through the window. A chill crawls up my spine as I sense, with an uncanny certainty, that it’s 3:15 am again—my haunted hour. I can’t see the clock, but I know. My body…
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Down The Rabbit Hole Again
The doctor finally had a day where he could sit down and do some problem solving. Paperwork wasn’t something he ever had a chance to do. He wanted to go through the journals and he wanted to write down some thoughts about the fact that he was being visited by his brother’s memories. He knew…
