He was six years old, standing on Brighton Pier, calling for his father to come and put money in one of the rides.

But as the whiteness seeped in, his assailant formed out of the confusion. An alien face, all angles and glassy green eyes. It came closer, its breathing rapid and rough. As if it enjoyed his pain.

What if this is the end?

Then the pain was gone, and the question gently dissolved.

THE BEGINNING

Let the conversation begin …

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