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The Forgotten Round

By Brad Fisher

Some memories are like a warm blanket, and every now and then, you think back and wrap up in its warmth.  Then, there are the others.  The dark memories.  The memories that stalk you like daemons in the night.  You’ll lay there in bed, falling into a peaceful sleep, when the shadowy hand reaches up and snatches you into the hell you want to forget.