( His question is met with tenseness. It gathers at her shoulders, nestles in the space between her ribs. A strange relief his question is so vague as to allow for some ambiguity in return, even as she gives him an unequivocal nod. She made the mistake of closing her eyes, and seeing.
The nightmare took hold before she could do anything but yield. )
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The nightmare took hold before she could do anything but yield. )
It only grows worse the closer we are to it.
( To the Crossing. )