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We encountered the ineffable at a midnight denys. It was accidental, or at least accidental on our part.

I suspect that while we weren't seeking, we were being sought. That night we were hungry,

that's all. And as the official slogan of Denys should say, it's not good, but it's there.

Nothing is more welcoming than fluorescent light and fryer fat when coming in out of highway

darkness. We entered that smell. The denys smell like food, but less so. There was no one waiting

to see us. We didn't see any waiters at all, but there were a few customers at table, so it seemed

they were open. We grabbed a couple of menus from the stand and headed toward the back. The back

was a lot farther away than it should have been. We kept walking and walking past tables and

booths with the occasional customer sitting there. All of the customers staring straight ahead,

looking seasick, not talking, like they knew something had gone wrong and were sitting tight until

it fixed itself. And then a couple hundred and possible feet of Denys later, an oracle,

sitting in the big clamshell booth in the back corner. It was like a gravity well.

The metaphysical weight of the oracle had stretched the Denys and we had rolled our way to the bottom.

The oracle waved us over.

Come have a seat. They said. Their voice was friendly but distant, like a casual greeting

screamed across the Grand Canyon. I ordered some seasoned fries, but it might take a while for the

guy to find his way here. What could we do? We sat. I love seasoned fries.

Allis is in dead by Joseph Fink, performed by Jaseken Nicole and Erica Livingston,

produced by disparition. Part three, chapter five, what happened to Hank Thompson.

The seasoned fries didn't come. We had been tricked. But still, at least we were sitting there

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