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A circle of stone figurines, falling one into the other, each face that of someone he knew, some character from his past. Some aspect of his story.
Higgs couldn’t pull his mind away from the thought. It trapped him, holding him in place as he was dragged past the stone statues, too many of them now, too real. Calling to him from the past.
He willed his eyes to close and finally managed to squeeze them shut, but that only made the memory clearer, the vision taking him away again, refusing to be ignored.
Wilt leaned forward and pushed the nearest figurine. It toppled backward, clipping the one behind it, then continued to tip completely over, spinning around to return upright. Meanwhile, the piece behind had fallen as well, knocking the one behind that, and the one behind that, until
