| Thursday, February 10, 2005 |
| his name is Tau |
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A bottle of oil stood on the table half-empty or is it half-full as his mind was playing tricks on him again. That was the third time this afternoon that he thought he saw the bottle move. He didn’t like these sorts of things. It scared him, or at least, it made him uneasy. From the day he was brought here, he knew something wrong was happening. But what, he did not know. He tried to sigh, but no air came out of his mouth. He glanced at the bottle and thought he saw the oil ripple. It couldn’t be. The oil was black as night and his room twice as dark. He looked and there it was again.
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