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... d resting on his knee, and his entire body quivered with fear. The relentless whispers encircled him like a storm, and each one gnawed at his sanity. His hands were pressed tightly against his ear, but it was futile – those cruel, insidious voices still slithered into his mind, threatening to take over.
’You are a monster...’
’Did you see the terror in their eyes... ?’
’They will kill you... !’
’They despise what you’ve become... !’
’Your sister will never ...
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