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Cold. Damp. Dark. Two guards on each side hold me. I am weak. My feet dragged on the floor.
They are gambling away their rights for eternal bliss, maybe to avoid being judged from actions they did in their past life. Little do they know it’s a fool’s quest. They fall perfectly in the trap with their human nature. And the house always wins.
Two fifty-seven, points the Kit Cat Klock. Her office is deliberately designed so that even by itself, it can bring a sense of comfort and trust. This piece is her magnus opus, her effort to control the mood in the room.
Disclaimer: This is not an actual guide on how to train real scorpions.
Preface: This is based on a collection of dream-like memories I experienced more than 20 years ago. It does not reflect a current state of mind. The fact that I’m releasing it into the wild means I am completely comfortable with the past experience, and willing to write about it.
Along the derelict pier, people from all walks of life could be seen, all wandering aimlessly.
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