She carried a silent storm, haunted by demons no one else could see. They gathered around her, hovering close, their unseen hands gripping her arms like a cruel embrace. She couldn’t tell if they were there to see her through the darkness or savor her every struggle. Yet their twisted comfort, the absurd pain of their touch was almost preferable to the emptiness without them. In their ghostly hold, she felt both hunted and, somehow, whole.
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