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// Page 45 
// Story: Broken Bindings 
// by anonpencil 
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I can feel it all so clearly now. I can feel it all becoming real. I feel myself changing, twisting, bones breaking and regrowing, skin and flesh resewing itself into the tapestry that once contained my spirit. It's happening. I can almost make out where I am, what I am. I can almost... almost make you out.

Turn the page. Please. Let me see you.

˙ʇno ǝɯ ʇǝן