The Human Game: A Shrine for a Fake God

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>You're tired, Joe.
Certainly, you're tired from running.
Won't insult you with worn platitudes, hollow comforts told over the years. Probably heard enough of those.
Probably told yourself most of them anyways.
Instead, look back. It's been a long road, hasn't it?
Ever since that fateful day, you went on the move and never stopped.
Never looking back long enough to ask the right questions.
What happened under the willow tree, Joe?
If your double was ever going to take their life back, why not then, when they still had a full life ahead of them?
And why now, of all times, of all places, do they return?
And Joe... Why are they waiting across the bridge, when you hear their words right behind you?
(Have they ever spoken before? Remember Joe, remember!)
Take a chest handle, and cross the bridge once more, Joe. If your going to give back your life, then give it back to the real owner, not some reflection of a reflection.