{"id":112876,"date":"2022-03-17T11:00:08","date_gmt":"2022-03-17T16:00:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/toiletovhell.com\/?p=112876"},"modified":"2022-03-17T09:21:55","modified_gmt":"2022-03-17T14:21:55","slug":"tech-death-thursdowl-godless-truth","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/toiletovhell.com\/tech-death-thursdowl-godless-truth\/","title":{"rendered":"Tech Death Thowlsday: Godless Truth"},"content":{"rendered":"
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My sanity began to unravel the day I heard the sounds in the library. Even now, I fear I cannot trust the words I write\u2014but it would be wicked not to warn you of the <\/em>Godless Truth <\/strong>that obliterated my reality.<\/em><\/p>\n

How strange to feel a breeze, ripe with the cinnamon-sweet stench of rot, coming from a wall of solid brick. I laid down my books on the nearest shelf and traced my fingers along the lines of grout in a pattern that seemed to spring from nowhere. The wall was gone; in its place, a single aisle paraded to the limits of my vision. Leather-bound books lined the shelves, so much like the wizened bodies propped up in intervals along the walls. Before you think “Have you ever seen a horror movie?” or “Are you a great big dummy?”, ask yourself what you’d have done. I had a chance to be a bridge to a different world, and I made the decision.<\/p>\n