I wish that it worked. My work will be all sufficient. In and out of consciousness she sailed, hearing voices from memory that she could not distinguish from reality. She was surprised to find how stored her mind was with impressions and memories of him, how vividly she remembered his gestures and little things that he had said. I must go to-night, or I shall never behold him again. Overjoyed beyond measure at having vanquished this apparently-insurmountable obstacle, Jack darted through the door. The sky beyond was a surreal color of pink that reminded her of the windows she had once been entranced by at the castle chapel, their leaden lines depicting old religious stories and sufferings. But for now, I’d like to turn in, if you don’t mind.
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