Tag: mission
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The Amulet
The problem is the systematic destruction of the kabinett warehouse, the horeum, and the mixing of crappy replicas with the highly charged objects, so the good ones are not able to be found and catalogued. I started thinking that there might be a twist. The organization behind this replacement with false items: that organization seems…
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Mysterious Letter Departure
I went back to her house, found no one home, and walked around to the tiny back garden. Not a soul in sight. The cat, hungry, purred against my legs. I saw a plant pot by the door: of course, a key was beneath it. Once in the kitchen I called out. No answer. The…
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Lost in the Sea
Isolated in my quest, I have only a few clues to work from. I may not be able to trust the people around me – because of the stolen cabinet – thought lost at sea, certainly never recovered. It wasn’t truly stolen, I realized that, but in notes I called it “stolen” – less complicated…
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Hypnosis Confirmed
Iām not sure which to tell you about first. There were the people – other agents, non-agents, relatives and friends. Then there were the selected objects, all on the various levels of the cabinet. The cabinet itself, with its shelves, drawer, lower shelves with their wooden door, all laid out in a hierarchy of value.…
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Poetic Reality
After that incident, I began to suspect the correlation between HQ and my own rational mind, since the closer I came to HQ the further away I was from poetic awareness. Yet, the more I looked at trying to solve the mystery, the more I became convinced that there was some sort of plot to…
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Dream Code?
A weak signal had tried to flash through from time to time. At first, I didn’t notice, then it seemed like an anomaly, but soon it became insistent. A beeping sound interfering with work I had set out to accomplish, or with my resting later on in the evening. It also woke me in the…
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Dreams
I was under the weather for three days, almost in a state of delerium, sleeping, going in and out of awareness, in and out of consciousness, in and out of dreams. Mornings were lucid and I wrote in my diaries but by 11 AM I was back on the couch and from noon on I…
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Figurine and HQ
Recalling early training triggered my logic, and reactivated patterns that I’d not used or participated in for over 25 years. It was thrilling to get set up and ready for a focus session again. In my room, near the shelves, I sat in my chair with the portable table nearby. I brought it right in…
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Memory Returns
While I was going over my notes, I felt unsure about where to go next. They were all over the map and I didn’t find any clear directive to open the mission. It wasn’t okay that I was so scattered, and I had doubt about just who it was in the organization that had sent…
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Why Volunteer?
Some archivists were retired researchers, others had taken vows similar to those of monks and clergy. Many had personal warehouses and cabinets that housed objects and materials of special interest to them personally. The archivists kept all the detailed reports in order and correlated them with others. They held the diaries of deceased researchers intact…