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MEMBERS ONLY: In The Pale Moonlight

At midnight, the old hallway whispered my name. I followed the sound to the attic, where dust floated like pale stars. In a cracked mirror, I saw myself standing behind me, smiling. My reflection raised a finger to its lips. Then the lights went out, and cold hands gripped my shoulders. In the darkness, I realized the house had finally remembered who died there.


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MEMBERS ONLY: Go Screw!

Alas, poor heart, why beat’st thou thus in vain,
As though thy sound could summon bygone hours?
The past lies mute, a tomb no tear may wake,
And yet I knock, a fool at memory’s gate.
Hope doth still dress itself in tatter’d faith,
And bids me trust tomorrow’s borrowed light.
If I must walk, then let me walk awake,
Not dreaming crowns where only dust may sit.


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