Agony overwhelms me, and I feel the world go dark. Beyond the pain and suffering, I leave my three tormentors to their fate, for I had seen in the darkness what was coming, the box’s grasping shadows creeping ever nearer. And as my mind fell into itself, I finally placed the voice. The rabblerouser, the man shouting at us when I was a child, once on the street and again in the terrible night of flame.
So, things had come full circle now. There was some satisfaction in the idea that my parents’ murderer would be the box’s next victim.
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