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( ...these fears that fell to my lot out of every day stirred a hundred other fears, and they stood up in me against me and agreed among themselves, and I couldn't get beyond them. In striving to form them, I came to work creatively on them ; instead of making them into things of my will, I only gave them a life of their own which they turned against me... )
prompt: the end [268]
word count: 350
notes: martel's first RP appearance wasn't the first moments he spent in the nexus. tada! ...this is slightly gross, ftr.
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