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20 - Audio - First Day of the Flood
Feb. 12th, 2014 09:20 pm[She has dreams, sometimes, of screeching laughter becoming ragged screams, of cold steel turning hot in her hands, of golden symbols draped in blood.
They don't follow her into the waking world; she opens her eyes and feels empty and bitter. She doesn't yearn to rend and tear, to feel life pour into her hands.
Today is different, and it only gets worse. Her heart is crowded with emotions that aren't her own, and slowly, the whispers in her head become distinct.
When she finally reaches for help, her voice is hoarse and heavy.]
[Private to Charles]
It's gotten very loud in my head.
They don't follow her into the waking world; she opens her eyes and feels empty and bitter. She doesn't yearn to rend and tear, to feel life pour into her hands.
Today is different, and it only gets worse. Her heart is crowded with emotions that aren't her own, and slowly, the whispers in her head become distinct.
When she finally reaches for help, her voice is hoarse and heavy.]
[Private to Charles]
It's gotten very loud in my head.
