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Yes. I had it, and that was good. The teeth bit into my palms, but I didn’t care. I squeezed my eyes shut. Tears leaked down my cheeks. “Thank you,” I whispered. My body ordered itself. Joints slid back into place. Bones grew solid; blood flowed. Helen Vaughan. I am Helen Vaughan, I thought, and it felt true again.
These Fleeting Shadows
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