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At the back of my mind I had a sense of us sitting about waiting for some terrible event, and then I would remember that it had already happened.
A story was a form of telepathy. By means of inking symbols onto a page, she was able to send thoughts and feelings from her mind to her reader's. It was a magical process, so commonplace that no one stopped to wonder at it.
Go on with your work as usual, for work is a blessed solace.
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