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I lean against the door, feel the rough wood under my hands, against my ear – I listen.
Breathing – deep and soft – a muttering that says the sleep is not peaceful.
I sigh – My Monster, my Devil. Soon I’ll return, break the chains that bind you and then … I will feed them all to you.
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