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Pulsing and demanding, yet somehow pleading. Not moving, yet coming closer and closer. |
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Flora Saint Quentin screamed, a shrill sound, terrifying in its primitive simplicity. A desperate plea reduced to its simplest form, became a purposeless gesture in an empty house. |
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