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A voice calls out from the darkness.
The words are indiscernable, but the voice unmistakeable. It is you. My Love. Beckoning. I pull against the bindings, wanting to be near you. The darkness smothers me and fear overwhelms. I pause, uncertain, until you call again. Timid, I inch to your side. Sensing my fear, you take my hand. Your love envelops me, clearing the shadows. Finally, I am free to stand by your side.
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