Shut up in the darkness.
“Leave her be, O, she’s in hell.”
I demand her release from the Shadow Cupboard.
A final kiss for my mistress and then I turned to look for my wife — seeing only a mad, wizened, blind creature scuttling in the darkness.
Dear God. And I thought I was in Hell.
Awakening with a story — whole in my mind — driving it forward.
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