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Episode 101

Author: MICHEAL X
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-19 23:35:59

I snatch my hand back, gagging. Echoes ripple away where I touched it, dark stains spreading outward like spilled ink.

I hear them. The storms. My storms. Echo-storms. The air breaks into soundless cracks, thunder without thunder. Shapes stumble from the fissures—half-things, pieces of old memories—Mother’s hands twisted in blood, Arthur’s shadow but stretched, wrong, too long. My teeth chatter, not from cold but from the sick rhythm of it all, reality grinding against itself.

They worship this. I know they do. Somewhere beyond these bending walls, there are voices chanting. A cult. They’ve taken my worst nights and named them holy. They kneel to the shape of my shame. I want to vomit.

I run. Or something like running—legs sinking, steps too slow, the air thick as syrup. I don’t know where I’m going. The labyrinth shifts as I move, halls curving, then flattening, then dropping off into pits of glass shards. I keep running because if I stop, the memories catch me.

One does anyway.

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