You will stay with me. You will sleep here at my side and you will touch me. I am depressed but not when you stroke my chest.
—Laurann Dohner
The desperate piercing scream of horror echoed far above the sharpened tops of the trees wrapped in thin obsidian-transparent mist, and I startled jerkily, tripping again, and almost collapsed onto the cold moist ground.
—Simona Panova
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