Some days it seems to be the same voice. The voice behind the screen. The voice coming out of the shadows. The voice heavy with worry or regret. The stammering voice of a child. The voice asking or the voice searching for a prayer.
Yet, this time it is a different voice. The voice is cold, almost mechanical. It is the voice of darkness speaking.Read more
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