More than imagination
It became increasingly clear; the voice echoing with crystal clarity in her head was her own. And yet it took her no strength or effort to send such bellowing sounds down the hall that separated them from one another. She had tried her whole life to make this life her home, yet over the years, the longing had developed into an elaborate cycle. More vicious with each oscillation, she wondered when there would be none left, none to devour.
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