In the middle of the night, drunk and alone, I sit cross-legged on the floor of my bedroom; a lone candle flickers dimly in front of me. I scribble my name on a scratch piece of paper and whisper the words, ‘come find me,’ as I toss it into the flame. It wasn’t supposed to work, but suddenly, the room is thrown into a cold darkness. I quickly strike a match, revealing a pale face in front of me. My heart leaps. “Holy shit.” I choke on the words. “It…worked?”
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