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I am not me–I am someone else, no one. A hundred different lifetimes, worlds—all at once, until it feels this pathetic human body is going to explode.
Abruptly, it stops.
The Shadow lowers me to the ground–I clench fistfuls of grass in my hands, to reassure myself that this is real; Images flicker across my vision, my body quivering with the power of them, but they are fading.
I can still feel myself, tainted; shadows pound through my heart, course through my veins–The visions have taken root in some unnamed part of me, the shards bound together in a…
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