"There's an old voice in my head that's holding me back,"
"So tell her that I miss our little talks."
The door was smooth and still, a calm lake's surface. But behind it wailed cries of the lost and screams of fear. The girl had been gone so long, she would not recognize him now. But the little boy he had once been was still inside him, standing there, praying for the bright light to die so he could sleep.
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