There are times when you just have to let it all out. All the anger, all the pain.

“Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to escape—the world or the…”

“Colder by the hour, more dead with every breath.”

“We all miss you so much. It just never ends. It feels like we were all wounded …”

“How strange that there would be exactly twenty-four German carpenters in Chicag…”