Deep in Debt



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The letter arrived without ceremony. Maybe on the bedside table, perhaps in your satchel. You knew its contents before you’d even opened it. Could be you pretended it didn’t exist. Could be you burned it. But the damned letter keeps reappearing. Finally, your will worn down, you opened it.

Seems the Collector’s come a-calling…

Soul Survivors

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