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Akiyoshi walks into the forest. He does not turn around. Though when he hears the girl laugh he feels the pull of it and stops, thinking “this is it, I will turn back because of this.” Her laughter catches in the branches and hangs there for a moment like a bird you cannot see
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ONE Somewhere out there, someone else is sitting at a window, thinking the same thing. It was probability. All those people, packed in tight together. Experiencing the same things, at the same time, in the same place. Some of them were going to start thinking the same. Collective consciousness. He’d read about that someplace. Most
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Destinations flickered on the screen, a tantalizing glow of possibilities. None of them were places he had ever been, just names on a board. The crowd ebbed and flowed around him. While he stood there, at Grand Central Terminus. Journey’s end. Where he always found himself.
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Listen to me read “The Technician Has Eyes Of Deepest Blue” Podcast music via http://www.freesfx.co.uk/music/ The technician has eyes of deepest blue. I notice them as she leans over me. Feel her brush against my cheek, the crimson flush rising on the surface of my skin “Just a tiny prick, okay?” she says. I nod
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It was early morning when I heard him leave. The door clicking shut behind him with a deliberate caution that alerted me to the fact that something was up. From the window I watched him walk out across the field, the wan morning light no longer dim enough to offer him cover. His movements were
