Lilith

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“Strip off everything. To the last rag.” They aren’t here, she thought, undressing and staring blankly at the floor. There’s no one here. And I’m not here either. “Legs apart.” I’m not here at all. What is about to happen won’t touch me at all. Not at all. Not a bit.
The Tower of Swallows (The Witcher, #4)
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