Raymond Spooner

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It’s been several months since I last saw anyone. I barely spoke to the guide when he brought me out here. The last meaningful conversation was one year ago. My punishment is self-inflicted, but well deserved.


The snowprints lead to into the trees, unraveling the carefully cultivated layer I’ve made for myself. The anger returns, the fear. I briefly consider hiding inside, but I’ve never been a ...