"Are you mad? Are you dead? You are not sure."

The symbols of The Correspondence burn themselves into your sleeping mind. You awake to a terrible inhuman noise: it’s you, and you are screaming. The next few days pass in a blur of screaming, fire and blood. Are you mad? Are you dead? You are not sure.

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