Category: GNDWN
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Patricia didn’t remember what Gondwana had told her. She knew she asked questions. She also knew that, while hesitant, the skull had answered. But she had nothing to show for it. Her notes from that day were scattered, vague, and nearly illegible. One minute, they were talking. The next, she’d already put his skull back…
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With a strike of a match, Patricia lit the candle. The candlelight danced across the old, worn desk. The air was cold and dank, much like any other basement. Rows of metal drawers lined the walls. Flicking the match, Patricia snuffed out the flame. Smoke drifted upward into the cracks of the ceiling. It wasn’t…