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May 12, 2007
He ran home alone. The voices in his head were relentlessly pursuing him, urging him to lie down and die. They told him to leave it all behind; his hopes, his dreams, his visions. They surrounded his every thought and caged them until nothing coherent swam in his mind. The voices are his mortal enemies, and they serve no apparent purpose but to confuse his thoughts and make him want to die. The boy, Luke, fights against them with every ounce of strength he has, but it is never enough. Not when they persist. Not when they echo against the...