that he finally noticed the figure standing in the corner. It waited just beyond the light, large even at some significant distance. Tall and menacing. In his drug-induced haze, the figure seemed impossibly vague. Dark matter in the shape of a person.

     “Who’s there?”

     Is that you Diedre? Are you here to curse me from beyond the grave? Are you here to finish the job for lying to you? For failing to save you?

     No response came, but AJ could hear the shifting of tarpaulin, like the wind against a tent.

     “Who’s there, goddammit!”

     He propped himself up in the bed and tried to move his legs. He reached for something, anything that he might use to fend off an attack...

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