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... something lingers on the tip of your tongue, so close you taste it, yet it slips away the second you try to grasp it.
I step forward, the dust falling faster, my body compelled again to move forward. But not like before. Not like when I was inside Aston's body; be it in the bar or as a hanged corpse, his guilt-ridden face, his missing eye. His pathetic, drooling sobs, as all he believed had crumbled into dust.
This time, I walk willingly. My shoulders tense, spine stiff, but the ...
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