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Ryan spent the next couple hours following Crystal through the ruins of Cipher Nullity. She talked almost incessantly about it as she did – “This was the Palace of Lost Souls, where children who didn’t

When Ryan came to, he was in a bed. For one sweet, blissful moment, he thought it was his bed, in his apartment. He’d roll over and open his eyes and the silent man in the suit would be taking notes and

Ryan spat again into the street. More people were staring at him, and he pulled his head back into the door - and back into the strange room that seemed to stretch into infinity. "There now, feel

Well of course Spiddle isn't my real name, it's a pseudonym I like to use when writing; but why Spiddle? Haha, well that is a long story, and if I'm honest I'm not entirely sure why! My grandfather started

Ryan's heart was pounding, and he slowly turned around. To compare the man behind him to a gorilla would be an insult to the majestic apes. He was huge, hulking really. His brow jutted over his eyes, casting

"Wait, come back!" A few people on the street turned to look, but Ryan was already running. His entire life the man in the suit had been there. He'd been watching, writing, and watching. Ryan’s

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