Oh, home of cracked bones, crypt of condensed composure. My time has arrived.   One bone, two bones, three bones, rattle my bones, shake the box until its cobwebbed truth tumbles out onto hard-packed dust. Shredded into ivory splinters, you’ll find the derailed train that hurtles toward you, only a few feet away now. Before…

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