10.4.06

Tape, Red 

It must be a secret. Nothing is seen, nothing is heard. Nothing is spoken, like the three monkeys. Paranoia leaves it on ice. But to what purpose, one wonders...

I think it is better not to ask.

The Director is listening:
Midnight Syndicate - Veasts of the Borderlands
posted by the Director at or around 14:14  

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