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+ 4	Life of the Short-Lived (pt. 3)
+ 4	Life of the Short-Lived (pt. 2)
+ 3	Life of the Short-Lived (pt. 1)
+ 6	The Story of Joshua

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           It’s dark. Dark and warm and comforting and safe. It’s only safe because I can’t see.  A soft voice muddled by the dark whispers, “You are the one, you have to be.” The soft rumble of his voice is replaced by the sweet, harsh, sorrowful sound of instruments. The disembodied hollowness of cellos and the pierce of woodwinds fall in time to the sad, sad tune of Beethoven’s 7^th Symphony.

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            The light of The Lab is blinding. It burns my eyes and sets my life ablaze. I want to yell PUT ME BACK!!! PUT ME BACK WHERE IT’S SAFE!!!, but the muscles of my face and vocal chords refuse to form the words. The nerves of my body, the only part that is working, pick up a new sensation. It brings me back to my safe place. It is electrifyingly warm and foreign, yet familiar.  As I drift into unconsciousness, the old voice assures me that when I wake up, everything will be all right.....

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