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    May Castellan lives inside her own personal hell, unable to escape her mind, as she continually acts out the definition of insanity, waiting for her husband and child to return to her. (May's perspective on Luke's final visit home.)

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  2. 02 Oct 2025

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  3. 23 Aug 2025

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    The horror of Sisyphus. Reminds me of dementia.

  4. 18 Jun 2025

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  6. 21 Sep 2024

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  7. 06 Sep 2024

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  8. 09 Jan 2024

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  12. 04 Feb 2023

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  13. 14 Sep 2022

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    “an attempt to find empathy with a character that is easy to pity or despise but not easy to understand.”

  14. 01 Mar 2022

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  15. 02 Aug 2021

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  16. 20 Jun 2021

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  17. 13 Dec 2020

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  18. 16 Nov 2020

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  19. 10 Sep 2020

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  20. 18 Aug 2020

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    THIS IS AN AMAZING FIC FOR WHEN YOU WANT TO CRY ALOT

  21. 27 Jun 2020

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    A few more days of the routine after that (or is it more than days? Maybe it’s more than that—she certainly knows she feels older) and when she turns around from the sink there’s a pale young man in armor sitting at her kitchen table. He’s watching her with an odd, pained look on his face. May wants to ask him what’s wrong: he looks like he’s been unwell, and there is a tear running down the furrow of scar tissue cut into his cheek. But instead (and more importantly) she first asks whether he’s a god; he looks so much like the Hermes she remembers that she figures he must be. He denies this, grimacing at the compliment (poor dear; she can tell his face was damaged recently and he must still be self-conscious) and she moves from there to asking him whether he’s seen a little boy with blond hair around here anywhere.

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