You are listening to a Clark's World magazine podcast with your host and narrator Kate Baker.

Greetings Clark's World Citizens. I hope this podcast finds you extraordinarily well.

Welcome to February. I hope that the new year is treating you well. How did you like the January stories?

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So our first story is titled Scalp and is by H. H. H.P. H.Pock graduated in

2023 with a double major in biology and English. She is a Los Angeles born child of immigrants and a strong believer in the power of sacrificial love.

When she is not working towards her aspirations in the medical field, she runs a small illustration business, dreams about space operas, and

cobbles together stories for her ongoing speculative universe about people searching for each

other amidst interconnected apoculipses. So, my dear listeners, I hope you can sit back.

Relax. And let me tell you a story. He is King Lear in the windows sunshine. There is a pastina boiling on the stove in a kitchen as familiar as his soul.

Mad monologues push against his fogged oxygen mask, vibrating with his tremoring lips,

his ragged breathing, the impossible weight of the actor's script.

There are electrodes pressed against his exposed neurons.

He is pale.

He has never been so pale before, like a dying person, almost blue.

Far below him passes eyelids, the glass, and the long distance to a waxed floor, the janitor

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