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When she looked at him, there was no face. Only a smooth, pale surface where eyes and a mouth should be.

It evokes a sense of pure, unadulterated longing.

A voice echoed in his head, not spoken, but felt deep in his marrow: You walked the thorny path. You found the thorns.

When she looked at him, there was no face. Only a smooth, pale surface where eyes and a mouth should be.

It evokes a sense of pure, unadulterated longing.

A voice echoed in his head, not spoken, but felt deep in his marrow: You walked the thorny path. You found the thorns.

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