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But did someone sell out Karolina? That you never discovered.

'MALA FIDE'... Bad faith. A betrayer in your midst.

If they aren't already a bloody mass screaming at existence.

A flatland vertigo takes hold of you as you face the expanse of letters again.

Stare at the hieroglyphs and meditate.

A lurch of tedium at the name alone.

Steady yourself. You've slipped deeper into the game.

This is slow work, but it is logical. A methodical siege on a lunatic fortress.

Prepare body and mind for hours of fun.

Your attention span buckles and cracks under the strain.

Suddenly, violently, you are aflame with indignation.

You meet this latest existential ridicule with nothing but resignation.

Are you 'special edition' enough to drink it? Gauntlet thuds against ground.

A surprise attack launched from your own past.

They were counting on you, and you abandoned them. While they thought of you, you thought only of yourself -- you selfish little child.

The past descends with talons.

Wasting valuable time. But there may be something in here...

You've never seen the man before either, but the horripilation up your neck tells you exactly who he is.

Uh oh. An unknown quantity. You don't care for those.

You do not want this to end in a close quarters gunfight. If you can help it.

No -- but don't let her see.

If you all make it out of this it'll be a miracle.

Don't panic. Must've been a body double. A pawn distracts, the king withdraws.

She would be vaporised by return fire in seconds.

That he could clear it all up. That things could go on, as though none of what happened had happened.

He can't bring himself to use the word 'incarcerated' in the same sentence as his daughter.

'Doing fine, without you,' is all he hears.

He'd simply prefer it weren't him.

Rising temperature, needless fidgeting -- this really bothered him.

He's never felt such freedom.

You shook him up. He needs a little time to recover. Try again later.

He'd be eyeing the top shelf liquor, daring it to try.

You first among their number, for reasons you could never quite put your finger on.

You didn't hear the word 'no' in there.

Summits of derision, mesas of lust, valleys of tedium and miscommunication, ever-enchanted with an opaque mist of technicolour neurochemicals.

She meant it lightly, yet still -- a papercut across your heart's epicardium.

You need to get to the bottom of this 'bootlegging device'. Press her.

Staring you down. Hasn't blinked in some time.

Just what on earth has Tempo encircled you in here?

There's that 'They' again... The oft-invoked nemesis of 'You'.

A pair of cold, tiny hands play a minuet up your spine.

Door liable to get kicked in any minute.

Uh oh. Tempo didn't know they shelved you after 91. He thought you were still... respected. Revered even.

The exit papers you discovered at the shrine grow a little heavier in your pocket.

A scab she's already been picking at, destined to scar.

A flash of your abandoned double, alone in a lonely room.

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