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“He was concerned about how it’d all end. He wants to remain true to you,” she poked at the holes in the table on her back porch, referring to our selected screenplay writer who’d be responsible for somehow magically unraveling a mind and story so fucking complex, not one soul, nor even herself, knew. “End?…

BEGINNING TO END

Alone again with the clouds looming behind, the storms soaking in with the only one to find. The mirrors on the backdoor quake and wake and break. The door opens with that key for only the one that shakes – a way in, a way out out of this mind and into that soul with quicksands of…