The Journal of Lieutenant Simon Harbow, 1932 –     January, 12th, 1932. The workmen at last sealed off the west chamber today. Now they begin work on the under-laboratories and we

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“Can I trust her,” asks Raymond.   tic-tic-tic-tic…  Vincent Monroe taps out the letters one by one. His head and face are still heavily bandaged, and he cannot see or speak. Patiently,

Rhoda is ticked-off, her default setting of late. The last six months have offered a parade of humiliations at the hands of Philip Harlan—her show has been hijacked, her regular audience alienated,

Philip Harlan holds a napkin to the scratch on his cheek. It’s a superficial wound, but painful. “She doesn’t listen,” he complains. “She doesn’t believe.”   Rhoda, sitting calmly on the ugly

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Raymond Love sits alone in his cell as the memories of this terrible place return to his mind. He recalls with growing dismay every loose brick and cracked tile, every gawking, clueless fool come and gone,

The light fills the emptiness of his mind. The light is painful. The light is suffering. He must find the source of the light and snuff it out. He must return to the dark. He rushes into the light,

He wakes screaming, buried in the dirt. It is dark. The darkness of the grave matches the emptiness of his mind. His scream is physical, it is instinct, a habit of the body. He feels no fear,

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