I can’t sleep anymore. I can feel the artefact inside my head
again. The doctors have me on anti-psychotics but it doesn’t make
any difference. As soon as I close my eyes I can see them all,
me… screaming to get out… or just wanting to die. We’re dropping
the artefact off at Spiky Foose research station in a few days.
Maybe then I can finally rest.
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