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    Summary

    The anchor, and his arm, are gone, but its mark remains. Post-Trespasser.

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    “Dorian?” An echoing whisper, the walls murmuring to one another as he passes. He holds himself close, his arm tight against his chest and fist bundled. Loose strands of hair wisp around his face, his neck. He ignores the pinpricking pain in his feet. “Dorian?” That warbling echo again, his voice cast out only to return to him sounding less uncertain, more impatient. He listens for something deeper. The snow continues to fall, creates a blanket of nothingness. It amplifies the friction of his thoughts, a grain so loud it threatens to drown out the silence.

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