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It started with a question.
Or, rather, it started with a series of moments that built up to a question.
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Or maybe it started withThe X-Files.
It was the mid-nineties after all.
The fear waxes and wanes, but it never fully disappears.
We were born with it, it seems, and it follow us from generation to generation.
Behold the young novelist struggling to arrive.
In the end, you see, a question is not enough to fuel a novel.
The questions that drive the book have to becometheirquestions, the ethereal nature of themes grounded in human identity.
And so the questionwhat are we so afraid ofbecomes insteadwhat isheso afraid of, Linus Owen, our hero.
A weak man who smoked each cigarette knowing full well that it would kill him.
The nineties passed.X-Filesculture shifted.
American paranoia waned, but only for a moment.
But the fear remains.
It is our fear, the burden we carry.
Rumors fly now in real time, igniting the embers of uncertainty.
And meanwhile the question remains.
