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She felt it this morning: something fierce and sudden blazing up her spine, inexplicable. Unplaceable.
Something is wrong. Somewhere, something is being violated. A space, a body, a rule, who knew. But Lady Macbeth can feel it. Something approaching.
And it's got her on edge.
She paces near the observation window, knuckles white. Every so often her eyes flash with the echoes of something mad. Even if you ask her, she won't be able to tell you why.
Something is wrong. Somewhere, something is being violated. A space, a body, a rule, who knew. But Lady Macbeth can feel it. Something approaching.
And it's got her on edge.
She paces near the observation window, knuckles white. Every so often her eyes flash with the echoes of something mad. Even if you ask her, she won't be able to tell you why.