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When you get to the cellar (although you don't know how you got there), you open a retangular box the size of a coffin. Then for some odd reason you open the pad-locked freezer.

You can't figure out why you are just standing there, now, and you wonder why you are taking commands. The voices inside your head are gone, but an unspoken communication is still around.





So Close . . .