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estdeus_innobis[Pre-dawn darkness, Thursday, August 4 (day 431)]
[Interrupted when returning from the Whitechapel]
The pain is really quite astounding. I hear a garbled sobbing and persist in reading those words into it. Like wind in the trees, water dribbling onto stone, breath over broken teeth. You could hear anything in it, you could...
The world seems quite gray, for a long moment, and when it passes the surface I am leaning--laying?--upon is beginning to dry, and there is a dull tackiness when I try and move away. I manage, eventually, but it is more of a roll than anything else. It is slightly easier to breathe, now, though. I can see something ahead, the patterned gleam of light on cobbles, and when I try to focus the curves and shadows boil up and break apart and I vomit and the pain--
Pieces, inside, raw and tearing--like fruit in a bag of broken crockery, shaken and split. I think I have had something quite horrible happen to me. The mutter of words, or of something close to them, or only a memory. The sobbing.
I don't remember where I was going. Someone, please...
The pain is really...
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[Interrupted when returning from the Whitechapel]
The pain is really quite astounding. I hear a garbled sobbing and persist in reading those words into it. Like wind in the trees, water dribbling onto stone, breath over broken teeth. You could hear anything in it, you could...
The world seems quite gray, for a long moment, and when it passes the surface I am leaning--laying?--upon is beginning to dry, and there is a dull tackiness when I try and move away. I manage, eventually, but it is more of a roll than anything else. It is slightly easier to breathe, now, though. I can see something ahead, the patterned gleam of light on cobbles, and when I try to focus the curves and shadows boil up and break apart and I vomit and the pain--
Pieces, inside, raw and tearing--like fruit in a bag of broken crockery, shaken and split. I think I have had something quite horrible happen to me. The mutter of words, or of something close to them, or only a memory. The sobbing.
I don't remember where I was going. Someone, please...
The pain is really...
[Open]
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