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[ the stone is cold, unyielding; Carmilla feels acutely aware of it even as her senses seem to have been so harshly dulled. there is an unfamiliar weakness in her hands, a true languor such as she hasn't known for so many years, and though she struggles with the fog within she can sense no more beyond it than her eyes can see and hands can touch. ( Read more... )

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