There’s nobody who knows as well as I

How stealthily dark thoughts will bruit and shove

The rational, the calmer ones; they lie

And whisper: “You’re not worthy of their love!”

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And oh my dear, I know that this is true,

So venomous to both of us. Yo…

Well, it's hard to stay chipper, to keep up my hope.

Such dark thoughts crowd my mind in a throng!

As bad news piles like snowdrifts upon the steep slope,

I don't think the descent will take long...

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As a child, full of life, I had power to spare

Ah, wha…

Elden was always such an obliging person: a foster mother to me, who took better care of me than my own mam, always had been. There was nothing she wouldn't do for me, no tear too small to wipe away, no threat too menacing to face.

At eleven I was plagued…

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I'm summoning Sydney, and by my reckoning he'll appear Thursday, spade in hand, bearing lilies.

My brother Sydney, Doctor Ferris, and my darling Annabelle mourned me....but I'm not gone.

It faltered; the gash I'd opened enveloped me as we both smothered in muddy ichor.

I acted without thought, and It was not at full power; my death matters not.

As it slithered, triggering Ferris's mesmeric command, I gripped the spear hidden within my coat.

Hours later, the space was enough for it to climb past me into the dusk.

Smoothing away soil, I caressed it; the eye followed me, studied me, compelled me faster.

Burrowing tenderly with my hands, I could but adore this beast that had summoned me.

The sudden daylight and air seemed to revive the being; the mental ringing increased shrilly.

After digging all day yesterday and into this morning, I found it, 76 feet down.

Her laughter broke the silence.

Ed knew, at the sound, what had been lost; what could never be recovered. The wait was over, and now the fight, or the flight, would begin. He cursed the urge he had yielded to: a hunger for light. A spark of knowledge: her…

"What's your sign?!"

"Piss off, Elise."

My dreamcatcher failed.

Saw mommy again.