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ISSUE #174

My world has always frightened me. Every choice shuts the door on another, and every day contorts itself into some shape I’ve never seen. Fear is a reaction to loss of control—we must flee or fight to regain it.

For all my terror, I find delight in apprehending the grotesque. It’s the illness we ignore that tends to kill us, after all. So let us stare our specters in the eye—we’ll be dancing step-in-step with them for the next few weeks.

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