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What is a forest? Life upon death upon death upon death. Each layer buries the last, but only one layer is life.

It is much the same with history.

I’m afraid to say them or even write them down because it brings the memories a little closer, and no matter what I tell Castile there’s a part of me afraid they’re hunting us.

It is my initial impression that the patient is being untruthful with me, particularly with regards to his memory of his seizure event.

Maybe he does not yet realize the fullness of the gift he has given me. But he will. In time.

come home come home come home come home come home come home come home

Transcript of a call from Lucien Farrow’s cell phone to Quinn Hallorann. Call made 9:54 PM on October 24, 2020 out of White Oak, North Carolina. Transcribed by [REDACTED].

Content notes: child endangerment, medical distress

I had another Real Dream

and out i go

You are running out of time.

That’s as close as i can come to describing the way this house looks. Like a relief plate that’s been gone over and over in so many colors and directions that it doesn’t have a sense of itself anymore.

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