1. The Change Comes

    I was a different man a year ago, yet I can't think of an exact difference. I can't even find a difference between me and my 12 year old counterpart, besides a vague answer of naivety. He doesn't exist, and I won't exist before long. A day, or a week, or a month from now this will be nothing but text from a dead man. Forgotten in the vaults of memory. Taken by the Change. As a teenager I remember testing my memory. I carved into a desk, 'Do you remember this?'. I couldn't tell you the...
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