Once in the room, the door locked, the sense of loneliness had dropped away from her as the mists used to drop away from the mountain in the morning. But shortly this movement ceased. But how long would she last, withering away to a desiccated pile of skin and bone? Round and round she would go. Wild is incapable of such baseness.
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