[He laughs, in the back of her head. It's two distinct voices, something ancient and seething wrapped around a core of simple human egotism.
I WAS JUST TRYING TO FIND YOU.
Close to Bea, wherever she is, the air rends itself with a sepulchral shriek and a blast of rot-smelling steam. The brush of ice in her mind turns into a raw, painful frostburn.]
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I WAS JUST TRYING TO FIND YOU.
Close to Bea, wherever she is, the air rends itself with a sepulchral shriek and a blast of rot-smelling steam. The brush of ice in her mind turns into a raw, painful frostburn.]