I am being haunted, it is a battle not of wits or grit but simply a war of attrition, both of us struggling to exist in the same space which we believe we deserve, no different from Gundisalvus’ Land, I cannot shake the idea that I either should have died then or cannot justify living now, I stole holy water this morning, do you hear me, I am a thief of more things than I ever thought I could steal in life, I remember the dust, the smell of the dust, I wake screaming with it in my nose, my leg hurts constantly, it collapses at strange moments, and there is nothing within me, I am the hollow
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