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DARK WAVES RECEDE IN COUNTERCURRENT TOWARD A MAW STARVED BY NEAR - BIBLICAL FAMINE,   SWILLING AN ANTHROPOID DREG THAT JUST CAN’T ACCEPT THE FACT THAT HE’S BEING SWALLOWED─

a torn page,    crumpled to   𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓.    𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖚𝖙.    ﹝ 𝙆𝙀𝙀𝙋 𝙄𝙏 𝙎𝙄𝙈𝙋𝙇𝙀. ﹞    reset the ribbon,   𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖱𝖳 𝖠𝖦𝖠𝖨𝖭.    ﹝ 𝘐 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘚𝘌𝘛 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘎𝘌.    𝘐 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘐𝘛 𝘙𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛. ﹞

THE SUNRISE CASTS UPON VACANT SHORES, LEAVING SILENCE TO SUBMERGE A CALDERA GRAVE.   THERE IS CAUSE FOR CELEBRATION.   THE SIXTY - EIGHTH ANNUAL DEERFEST,   A STAPLE OF BRIGHT FALLS’ OLD AMERICANA.   ITS FLOATS TAKE TO HARBOR STREET DESPITE TRAGEDY, HEARTENING REMEMBRANCE.   HOPE, AT FIRST LIGHT, IGNITES AT THE EDGE OF TOWN. LOCAL AND NEIGHBORING POLICE   SPIRAL SEARCH   QUADRANT OFF CAULDRON LAKE AND ITS SURROUNDING FOREST,   WHILE TOWNSFOLK HOLD VIGIL.   AMONGST THE DEAD AND THE MISSING,   ALAN WAKE—

the keys nearly 𝚓𝚊𝚖.    prose stutter - stopped like a   lump   in the throat big enough to choke.    [ 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙲𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂 / 𝚄𝙽𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙲𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴. ]    alan’s fingers hover.    the tremor,    one he’d knock back with   𝖲𝖮𝖬𝖤𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖨𝖭 𝖠 𝖫𝖮𝖶𝖡𝖠𝖫𝖫 𝖦𝖫𝖠𝖲𝖲.    a   𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍   caught in the high beams’ refraction off his wedding band.    deeper than marrow,    there is the   𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗢𝗠 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗢𝗙 𝗔 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗩𝗨𝗟𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡.

—A LOVING HUSBAND AND A GOOD FRIEND. WAKE’S WIFE, ALICE, AND BEST FRIEND, BARRY, STAND APART THE CROWD WITH UNSPOKEN HORROR.     ᐟᐟᐟᐟᐟᐟᐟᐟᐟᐟᐟᐟᐟ    HE MAY NEVER COME HOME.