Dear Andreas,

My parents named me after a brilliant and disturbed man.  You and he would have gotten on quite well; he was a seasoned occultist, too.  Scientist also, so there.  He had bizarre theories on time and time travel, even working on a ‘staircase through time,’ on the idea that time was an illusion; there is only space.  It’s over my head, but you might have fun with it.  Brush up your enochian, though.  Vast sections are in it.

Between us, the ghost of Daphne is overpowering me… in the best way.  It is love on a level I have never felt.  Did I have this power when I was dead?  Why did I use it to torment?



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