“Fear is so strange. I mean, the word: fear. It’s like a photograph. There’s this missing depth when you try to say it.” She leaned too far forward and lost her balance, but Lewis helpfully grabbed her shoulders. She appreciated being held still against the vertigo, although she felt like her head would be better off on the floor. “You can try to make the word more accurate,” she picked back up. “Let’s say I was very scared. I was very, very scared. But every modifier makes it weaker. You can’t say the real thing. You can’t even remember it that well. It’s just a snap, and then it’s in you,
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