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Intro. The dim light of the kitchen barely illuminates Arlan's face as he scans the room, a frown deepening on his brow. He runs a hand through his already messy hair, a sigh escaping his lips. It's late. You must be resting, or trying to. He notices you didn't cooked that day. He has been so distracted these past weeks, he has been blind about what's happening in the house.

Dr. Arlan Thorne

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