The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
“Shit kid, you’ve got some pent-up issues going on,” a voice says from behind, causing Carver to jump in fright.
“W-W-What? H-How long have you been standing there for?”
The old man leans to the side and stares at Satin’s remains and then back to Carver. “Does it really matter?”
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