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When her husband Lawrence had been alive their minds had joined easily and lovingly in metaconcert, the shared song of their minds sounding like brisk but cheerful marching music until the accident and Elizabeth waking alone and horrified at such music gone out of reach forever, it seemed.
Now she had raised Brede to operancy and until Elizabeth had been aware of her trickery, there had been a few precious moments of Unity shared with her that was like finding water in a desert.
It had served to show Elizabeth as well that untethered as she was from the Unity, from even one welcoming mind, there was the danger in the long term that she would slowly go mad... and be truly alone.
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