Golden Bear (eithne_star) wrote,
Golden Bear

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Parting the Veil

It's out there. Somewhere. Or maybe I should say IN there, somewhere. The Power. I know it. I can just barely sense it, like brushing my ethereal fingertips against a smooth object. Why am I wrapped in this blanket, smothering my senses? What is preventing me from touching, seeing, sensing, hearing those things I KNOW are there? How much longer must I wear these blinders? I am trapped, and I cannot help, and if I cannot help, I cannot fight, and if I cannot fight, we cannot win. It's almost time.

I must get out.

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