[“This skull was my own / But it didn’t know me,” – Elena Shvarts]
I went into the future and dug up my own bones from the graveyard. Why? Just sentiment, I suppose. I’d looked up the location, the plot number.
Quite intentionally, I didn’t look at those four digits on the tombstone that would foretell my death; better it should be a surprise.
But why … why was there a bullet hole in the skull?
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