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The Future beckons, claws held wide.

I stumble forward, terrified.

The line etched in the granite floor's

A precipice; a fool ignores

Such limits to one's path but once:

"THE END" to Stories of a Dunce.

The Yearly Creature's gaze holds mine

I shamble ne…

"I have a surprise for you..." Edgar said, trailing off as he rushed around the laboratory pushing buttons and pulling levers, this fulfilling the purposes of those particular object.

Renee gave a dramatic sigh that carried an annoyance that burned with …

I raised my glass of Southern Comfort to the lone cupcake. "Cheers."

The whiskey was sweet and warm but didn't sit right in my stomach. Groaning, I set the glass back on the stained table, which was sad and bare except for the cupcake and the whiskey.

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