Something will need to be done. Some thing will need a construction. A construct given more than a hopeful frame. A frame holding more than glazing. A sight, seen, a cite, scene. A joke told backwards, the punchbowl spiked after the rumble. Come on pony boy. Find the fence and break the bottle. Come on memory, find the lance and break the ladle. Something is in the dark corner of this world's room. Some thing waits in Jamestown. There is one of us not named Jim. Come quickly. Come again. Do you hear?
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