Gabe let the nightmare memory overtake him. He didn’t fight it. He almost welcomed it. It was always there anyway. Waiting, pressing. The Revenant was just sitting under a tree in the dark forest. Unmoving and uncaring. What do I have to care about anyhow? Gabe’s self-loathing always took deep root inside him during these walks down memory lane.
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