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A slow yet inevitable evolution to its terrifying final form: a legitimate bank.

Above you, aero-tram cables tremble in the wind.

Masturbating to a phone line is about where you fall.

Relax. Let it pass over you.

Perhaps he'd be more worried if you were still there.

Keep it together. Don't think about the chittering infestations thriving in here.

You must not show fear. Any sign of it and they will swamp you with their diseased mass.

Another box best left unopened.

Two bullet holes in the third car of the motorcade.

A shudder passes through you.

Leave him to his musings.

He knew they wouldn't be the thing to kill him.

You're going to have to smoke it with the sun in your eyes. You're going to have to live.

Probable cause: high-stress.

A tingle in your fingers. Your head grows lighter as you approach the crash site.

A pretty thought, if it's possible.

But you will never bring yourself to sit in it.

Worth it. You have internalised your secrets. Contained them. They will do no damage in there.

Force your body into fight mode with an epidural of adrenaline, straight to your spinal cord.

Steeling you for whatever is about to come.

Cool it. Just drink your drink, observe him from a distance.

Couldn't have had nothing to do with you.

It's better than admitting you don't know why you're here.

Your hand shakes. Your mind buzzes with worst-case scenarios. It could get so much worse than she thinks.

The memory of the endless ring when you called to tell him the boat was going to leave without him still itches at you.

You hold your cool as the glasses rattle, attracting the attention of a few worried onlookers.

A vision of changing jobs, relocating, but it takes a lot, leaving a whole life behind.

Every time she leaves home: dread.

Like a rock struck by lightning, she remains solid though her molecular structure has been altered.

What you did flipped her world upside-down. She needs more time.

Don't care. Don't care. Don't care.

He's nervous about today. Extremely nervous.

The idea of interacting with authority seems to have induced a small panic in him.

A single thread, fraying.

A feeling you know well enough.

A man stood on a cliff's edge, constantly expecting even the ground to fall from under him.

The man stands like jelly next to you.

His insult does nothing. You are a steel wall that cannot be affected by mere words.

Not a second of hesitation, doubt, or curiosity. You couldn't fake that kind of acceptance if you tried.

No silence. Only the Eternal Tone, the tinnitus ringing that will play on until the end of life.

You have merely been living 'Hearing Impaired Romero'. Time to crank the volume.

A flicker of hope.

It's your inner steel he is seeing. Disregard any criticism.

And what was it that killed the cat...?

Hope for non-invasive surgery.

Your blood cells scream at the sound of your name on his tongue.

A likely story. More likely... he's viewing you right now.

Or, message conveyed, he has cut the psychic link and stopped remote viewing you.

Lastra was aiming big and bloody with this one.

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