“Great. Now I can add delusions of grandeur to my list of psychoses. Especially after yesterday’s meltdown. This is not going to look good on my resume.” Bones sorted and proper fires lit, I knew I would have to post the entire script. I have seen too many clues in other people’s words to know the Grey Sky is spreading. Someone is intentionally hijacking the dead on a level that hasn’t been seen for centuries.

I am quite sure I am not the first to sound the alarm. I am most likely the last knowing how I tend to stumble onto the last moves of a game in play. But it is my duty to sound the alarm when it is called.

I’m sounding it.

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