Phoenix Rising

Hidden in high strangeness....

Dear Friend,

Walking up the stairs to bed in my childhood home always filled me with terror. I sensed something watching , hidden at the edge of my perception, to the left of the bannister or, on occasion, behind the curtain that kept the draught and cold out from a poorly fitting door, in a prefabricated house, that should have been demolished years bef…

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