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... sleep, even if it was by my own hand.
But I get ahead of myself. There was no sleeping through the noise; it was like an avalanche of snow, only deeper. Having a clue of what to expect, there was no escaping. I knew immediately what that noise meant.
Some three thousand people were falling to their deaths, and I felt ... a sense of profound satisfaction. Not happiness, per se, but as though a fire within me that I hadn’t realized was burning had finally put itself out.
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