" I had known all of this since I left my father's body at our burned estate, but I had stashed it away. I had poured this knowledge into a bottle, and let it age and collect dust deep in the cellar of my conscience. And now the vintage was uncorked, its bouquet opening up, bitter and sharp. "

― Joseph Fink , The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives In Your Home (Welcome to Night Vale #3)