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I sat out in the cold tonight beneath the dark and blackened sky and saw a shape in the dim light; a shadow whose eyes softened nigh. He held a book before him out and asked, “would you please sign this?” I obliged, but soon I did doubt of my name then writ upon that list. “Why should I sign this form at all? What does it give or grant to me?” No word came back, as I recall, and then I bade him now to flee. So he went back into that dark rift and left me there to think it through. If my name was writ upon that list, I wonder what it would now do.
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Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 9:26 PM UTC
The Signature
I sat out in the cold tonight beneath the dark and blackened sky and saw a shape in the dim light; a shadow whose eyes softened nigh. He held a book before him out and asked, “would you please sign this?” I obliged, but soon I did doubt of my name then writ upon that list. “Why should I sign this form at all? What does it give or grant to me?” No word came back, as I recall, and then I bade him now to flee. So he went back into that dark rift and left me there to think it through. If my name was writ upon that list, I wonder what it would now do.
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Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 9:26 PM UTC
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