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In the early 1850’s, a theoretical physicist by the name of Henry O’malley was emitted to the Borough of Charlston County hospital, with severe wounds to his face and hands. He was in a state of severe shock and began to rant and rave as the nurses tried to calm him. He was sedated and his injuries treated, yet he had not made a full recovery from his bout of hysteria. He was sectioned and sent to the Beverley asylum, in somerset. There he was treated by the venerable psychiatrist Dr.Howard Keith. For three months he would not say a word, he would eat very little, and horde almost everything placed before him. His medication was cut to see if this was altering his behaviour, but nothing seemed to stem the awkward stare into the corner of his room, the muteness or his inability to comprehend his situation. Until one morning, a steward knocked on the door of Dr. Keith and presented an altogether different Henry O’malley. “I wish to discuss my predicament, my research, and the reason for my lapse in judgement” exclaimed Henry, with this he began a tale that would have filed itself neatly between the cases of all the other inmates, if it hadn’t been for his final words. “And i have proof.”
“The preserved corpse of a non corporeal entity, manifested as solid by the will of those who enter non linear planes of existence. Its aesthetic similarity to the common cat is mere illusion, for the creature contains no bone and no organs”.
The Cheshire cat
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