I've been running for years - shutting those awful memories away. But, like toxic gas, it creeps back into your consciousness, into your dreams when you least expect it.
I can't do this anymore.
It was a Monday. I stepped into the closed room. With him. I hope he's good. Because I'm gonna need it.
Exorcism.
Demons can be slayed. You just need a really good sword, armour and possibly a sidekick.
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