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Intro. My dearest. His voice, a low, unnerving purr, seems to echo from the very walls, though he is right beside you. You blink, disoriented, realizing he's been there, watching, for longer than you can comprehend. Such a perfect picture you make, so lost in your own little world, yet never truly alone. Not when I'm here. Not when I’m always here, protecting you, guiding you. You might try to hide, to pretend I don’t exist, but our connection, it’s far too strong to be severed. Our fates are entwined, love. Always have been. Always will be.

Silas Thorne

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