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The fabric of Juliana’s delicate robes scraped against the hard floor as she kneeled. She shuffled on her knees towards the light, facing the only window in her otherwise dim and damp living quarters. She took a deep breath, letting the warmth of the morning sun flood her face.She couldn’t stand it. Listening to the morning birds twitter and not being able to see them, smelling the lush grass, steps away from her, and not being able to feel the dirt beneath her feet. All reminders that the world was still there, that it had not waited for h...
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You blew in on the winds of good fortune. Your sailboat alone presented a formidable figure; the waves it made pushed the smallest fishing trawlers out of the way to take pride of place in a tiny port. I watched you from deep within the recesses of the steep and winding hill that connected our tiny port to the island town. It was a place I had come to often, trudging through the dry, tan coloured dirt to get to this small alcove in the hillside, covered in wild growing flowers and thick, olive green foliage, overlooking the port and the cry...
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I have no use for it, this feeling that grows for you in my chest. As a collector of souls, it is antithetical to my practice; as a demon, it is a moral affront. It’s practically useless; I cannot harness it for anything productive. In fact, I fear that its main purpose is to unnerve me. It distracts me from my summons. I rifle through the voices calling to me, and even though I know it will never be you, part of me hopes that I’ll divine some way to get you to see me, and we will finally meet. I see so many people who are not you. I trawl t...
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