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... d was covered in a warm liquid that splashed with every step I took, soaking my feet. I now know it was blood—both its taste and the texture when it touched my tongue matched.
And the whispers that filled this place.
I let out a small laugh. Maybe I even felt a bit relieved. The situation was already surreal, and another layer of unreality wouldn’t change much. I couldn’t afford to cry or be terrified by mere whispers.
I wanted to go home. I needed to go home. To do that, ...
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