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The last few days had a few odd occurrences. Something on Twitter sparked a long twinge of deja vu, lasting a couple of comments and a words search before fading out. An odd dream involving Extremis, N, time travel, a trap and evil. Again he chose the route that represented the least amount of change. An odd awakening to field of influence that could be called 'society'.

The urgency which bothered his mind seems a little more in the open now. Not any more manageable, but less in the way of dealing with it – hopefully.

He stumbled forward. Or rather, waited patiently as the mental paralysis made any progress a more than vertical climb.

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