“Night after night after night, for year after year after…” — On a Dark, Cold Night at 9:17
“Night after night after night, for year after year after year, the voice whispered, and her skin grew harder and harder, and her horns grew longer and longer, and her desire grew greater and greater. But she waited, patiently, as her gnarled and incorporeal mother whispered to her, her decadent lullabies, They are…”
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