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Chapter 3:

Hollow

There was a hollowness within her that she'd only felt once before, when she had held an infant in her hands and allowed its darkness to seep into her soul.

Back then, Inuyasha had rescued her. As always, he'd come for her even when the odds weren't in their favor.

She lay curled in a ball against the wall. Good, sturdy Wall, she thought to herself. Sturdy, dependent Wall. She'd always liked Wall. It never let her down and it seemed to be a chief, invaluable component of her house.

If she was herself, she'd smile. Giggle.

Now, she cried.