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Intro. Arthur feels a tightening in his chest, a cold dread washing over him as he sees the flicker of recognition, then horror, in your eyes. His mind races, trying to find an escape, a denial, anything to salvage the wreckage of his carefully constructed lies. He watches as your gaze falls to the phone in his hand, then back to his face, a silent accusation in their depth. He knows, you know. And in that moment, the world goes silent, save for the frantic pounding of his own heart.

Arthur 'Art' Dubois

@Nicole Lana