I just laid there on the couch, staring at the ghosts that writhed across the ceiling, unable to fucking sleep. Wide awake and bleeding out. Hours must have passed before I heard it. Her cry from the depths of depravity. There was no mistaking what was happening this time. Her pain was so stark it was the only thing that I could feel. There was nothing I could do. No wall or mountain or fucking cavern high or deep enough to keep me from going to her. And I was there, crawling into the bed and pulling her into my arms, whispering her name over and over, “Raven, Raven, Raven.” She jolted when I
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