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Miles talks to the dead; Richard speaks with the living. It’s Jacob who made them this way.
Sometimes Richard curses him.
Jacob listens. Stays silent. My gift to you, he whispered centuries ago.
He doesn’t understand. Nobody wants to live like Richard, forever trapped in amber.
Miles doesn’t curse anyone – well, except for the f you he throws around. He has no memory of a before. Never strived for normality, only dollars and cents.
And yet, inevitably, they have all imagined a different existence.
In dreams each is a mere man – not a bridge between the living and the dead.