ast painted landscape which was tilting around us into breathtaking perspectives. And such a sense of loss; grief that made her want to weep with fear, a void that sucked the heat out of everything that touched it. What could the change in him mean, except danger? She felt him move towards her but she was pinned against the wall, unable to move away. She went to him; Charlotte and Madeleine hung back, not looking at each other.
She tried to chase them away but in flurries of blackness they returned. I think that is how I found the strength to do what I did. This was the first time since the transformation that she knew she was still herself, a rational being who understood what had happened and why. She had never been allowed to mourn Karl—by the others or by herself.
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