YELLOWJACKET - CH.16: DIAMETRIC

Ever since that reporter had stopped by the station, work began to put me more on edge.

Though the number of fires continued to rise steadily, I wasn’t able to identify a link between them yet; all I had was a deep seated sense of wrongness about them, though I did consider that I was being swayed by the power of suggestion. Unfortunately, that level of self awareness couldn’t stop the fires from bleeding into my dreams, worsening the awful nightmares I already struggled with.

Another sleepless night had come and gone, so I gave up that morning and decided to wash up before Cliff’s cookout later that afternoon. According to the clock, it was 0700, which was around the time I should’ve been out of bed anyway.

 

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