Page 18 - Promo-Logue
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A series of hidden pressure zone, shotgun, and lapel
microphones pick up the sound of my voice.
I stand center stage as the lights are dimmed.
The ghostly glare of soft blue light envelopes the room.
Characters in my stories are synchronized by the sound
of my voice.
Like magic, they sprang into action when I begin by
sharing my nightmarish dreams.
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