She waited. She waited so excruciatingly long that she could physically feel the time pass; a binding in her chest, her — Daniel Younger, The Wrath of Con
She waited. She waited so excruciatingly long that she could physically feel the time pass; a binding in her chest, her — Daniel Younger, The Wrath of Con
She waited. She waited so excruciatingly long that she could physically feel the time pass; a binding in her chest, her — Daniel Younger, The Wrath of Con
She waited. She waited so excruciatingly long that she could physically feel the time pass; a binding in her chest, her — Daniel Younger, The Wrath of Con
She waited. She waited so excruciatingly long that she could physically feel the time pass; a binding in her chest, her — Daniel Younger, The Wrath of Con
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She waited. She waited so excruciatingly long that she could physically feel the time pass; a binding in her chest, her breath shallow and raspy. Silence seemed to stuff itself in her ears like cotton balls.

— Daniel Younger, The Wrath of Con
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