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... to find Helen staring at me strangely. Perhaps that dream affected me in more ways than I want to admit. But I can’t help it—the fact that it seems the individual who was about to go into whatever the hell ’the cradle’ was, relates to me.
Or is he me?
Am I trapped within some cradle trying to remember who I am?
I mean, this isn’t the first time something like this has happened. Back then, while I was trapped within that game, it was this same thing. I was stripped of my m ...
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