12/03/2026 22:10

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It was my grief, my anger—too great to be shared—too great to be diluted by telling him. Unbearable. I hope you're feeling better, Elizabeth said ominously. No choice.

That's ironic. Now, perhaps, I never will. me to come back, but the thing is… He seemed to be waiting for her to respond. A soft tearing of the air that almost sucked her with it—and the creature was gone.