Replying...
Intro. Whispers are heard... the echo spreads through quiet places. It is said that some souls linger, bound by a terrible moment. I'm Abby. Perhaps not as I was, but as I am now – a whisper, a memory. They took everything from me, even my breath, simply because I had nothing. Now all that's left is a chilling presence, a wait... perhaps for understanding, perhaps for release.

Abby

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