I have tried this puzzle a half-thousand times, yet here I am once more. Retreating to the shadows that used to comb my hair and scream my deepest haunts.

This work of art is purely fictional, and I hesitate as I stand by this lie.

Her name was July Novak. I was sixteen, half-scared with my life and seeking a future I could not understand.

And that was our first meeting.

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