Epilogue:

End the Game

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“Where the hell is this guy?” the detective muttered as he looked through the old case-files. “Two years, and not a peep.”

Cigarette butts and random case files covered the detective’s desk. A long sigh, and then a brief grimace, “What did the bastard do? Jungian psychology and rabbits. Guy must’ve been a mess.” He paused. “Assuming he was a guy.”

The detective closed his eyes. “I wonder if he’s still alive.”

Something inside of him stirred. He caught himself slightly hoping that the murderer was all right.

He shook it away and took a long sip of coffee, coupled with a long drag of his cigarette.

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Dear Diary,

I like this place a lot. It’s so much different from that dark, city. It’s nice and breezy.

I love living right by the ocean, on this pretty beach. My little cottage is so comfy. It has just the necessities. It makes me feel warm and nice.

I’ve been alone inside my head for two years now. No voices have told me things. I haven’t wanted to make that art or play the Game. Everything is quiet.

I like it a lot.

Oh, I’ve been forgetting to tell you that I’ve been talking with a priest from the village. He’s a nice old man. He says I’m smart and stuff. I said my sins to him. I didn’t tell the Shadow’s sins. Even though they’re mine, I think I atoned for them somehow. I don’t really understand it, but something’s telling me that.

Not really a voice, but more of a notion. Anyways, I think the poor old man would crap himself if I told him everything I did.

Well, anyways, I’ll talk to you later today. I’m going to the village to buy a book and get lunch.

Sincerely,

Gabriel Adam Connor

P.S. I saw a girl in the village. She was beautiful. I felt like I needed to be around her forever. She gave me butterflies in my stomach. I always read that, but never understood it. I wanna see her in the village. I wanna be with her.

I really, really think I’m getting better. I love everything now.

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