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===Hunters===

When you came home from the war, they gave you psychological counselling and told you your mind could betray you if you didn't take care. Well, they were wrong. You're solid as a rock. It's your wife who'd gone insane while you were away, falling under the sway of something you couldn't even face. You had to ask for help. 

There's a side of your work in archaeology that is so very frustrating, building hypotheses and never being able to test them unless a lucky find came your way. It used to keep you awake at night. You would have done anything for a bit of certainty. In fact, you have. And it's felt good.

You've been a hack for years, writing formulaic books by the page count for a negotiated fee, an industrial purveyor of platitudes for bored housewives. Until you met her. Until you found inspiration. For the first time in years, you've created something that is good and true. It's so sad you had to kill her in the end. You have to look somewhere else for your next book.