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Periphery's Journal
An Impossible Contract
Downtime
Graves Leave Evidence
The dreams tormented me. She would not let me go and I was afraid. It was dark.
And then I woke up. Luz had kept me on his couch for a time- perhaps I was awake earlier and walked over before passing out again- but regardless, here I was. We did not speak often, and when we did I resorted to text or writing.
She took my voice.
I sustained myself with the food I had brought, but it was not enough. I would not recover if I did not eat. And I could not eat what he offered me, though the familiarity of real food was sweet and savory all at once. No. I would need to go out and procure something, or be driven to madness and make a terrible impression on the boy.
Unfortunately I think that happened anyway. He did not seem too fond of the graverobbing, and I could not tell him to stay. The woman we dug up was still fresh enough to take from, and I spilled her guts like a pig and packed what I could away.
We were almost caught in the dark. We could not cover our tracks.
This is going to be a problem later.
"Extraordinary Machine"
Downtime
I Dreamed a Dream
I walked along bitter white snow, baren and naked against the cold. It twisted and shredded and bit in the wind and threatened to keep locked in its embrace for the rest of eternity, but somehow I shouldered it away. And I walked and walked and walked and walked and came upon a stairwell. It was cold, clean metal, and descended into the earth. Small lights lit the way down, and down and down and down and down I went down the spiral stairs. The cold went from sharp to comforting, and as I continued down and down and down, I came upon a door. It seemed ancient, aged with moss and rusted hinges, and when I opened it the room was barren except for a table.
I stepped into the darkness towards the table, and upon it rested a folded shotgun, and a beautifully intricate mask.
The lenses were blackened to contrast the white leather and silver filigree decorated its edges.
Six bullets rested beside the chamber.
....Thirty remain.
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