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Altered neural pathways snap themselves back into line, reshaping themselves into form they should have always held. Memories and thoughts reassert themselves, scrambling along each road in greedy hunger, clamoring to be heard after long denial. Daniel thought he was healing one wrong, reminding her of a pain she'd known, a fury suppressed in a fog ( Read more... )

Sometimes I look in Peter's eyes, and I cannot conceive how anything so pure came out of a union as hellish as what Arthur and I made of ours.

Pushed to the furthest corner on the highest shelf--so high she has to use a footstool herself to reach it should the mood strike, though she rarely indulges these days--in the back of her closet, there is a wooden box. Should anyone dare to brave the depths of the closet and climb and twist and push aside hat boxes and neatly stacked scarves in a ( Read more... )

She stares in the glass, past the image time has shaped, forged and frozen, searches adamantine eyes for the compassion of the girl who disappeared in a collision of lightning and fear, and finds only the cavernous shell where she once dreamed and the whisper of a name no longer able to save her.