JOURNAL OF EDGAR MANSFIELD
July 22nd 1996
I’m still recovering from that last hopeless excursion. But it gave me a chance to slow down and observe…
The shadows are reminders of who she used to be, and the games she played with her sister. They’re both a barrier and beacon; memories guiding the way.
And between us lies the vault… a clockwork monolith among an ocean of stars, encircled by stone.
She’s waiting for someone. An old friend. Every moment of every day, waiting for that someone to arrive…
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