A curious horror overtook him, then. His skin crawled; the back of his neck turned damp and cold. I can’t go… — Charles Stross
A curious horror overtook him, then. His skin crawled; the back of his neck turned damp and cold. I can’t go yet, he thought. It’s not fair! He shuddered. The void seemed to speak to him. Fairness has nothing to do with it. This will happen, and your wishes are meaningless.
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