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“There are paths all around you,” Greta continued.
“At least one of them right. You know you should pick, start
down one, dive in. But they all look exactly the same, so you
just turn in a circle, looking at them.”
As she spoke, Elgin turned his body to face the television,
then the picture window, the bookcase covered in plants, and
finally Greta. He said, “You keep waiting to feel a pull, for
something to become clear. But it doesn’t. So you turn round

and round in a circle.” Then he shuffled off into the darkness,
his footsteps sounding in the kitchen, then down the hall.
Greta stood, her eyes tracing the invisible circle Elgin
had tread in the living room, and followed behind him.
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