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Count Saint Germain

The last time I had any semblance of companionship was in 1948. I’d come from Europe to California after the war with a group of soldiers, a bunch of guys who couldn’t re-adapt to society. Some had seen too much, haunted by the deaths of their friends, by the killing they’d done. They would wake in the middle of the night in pools of sweat gasping for air and stare listlessly in their waking hours at the shades and phantoms only they could see, their own personal hells only others who had witnessed so much death could relate to; a manic numbness, a shivering of the grey matter at high frequency, an immersion into the gory underpinnings of reality.

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