I spend a long, long time in the stupid purifying bath that Pippa drew for me. And I spend most of that time crying.
At first Pippa had been afraid when I had gasped, my hands slapping across my mouth, and instantly burst into tears. She had dashed to my side, desperate to help, but I had pushed her away – desperate to just concentrate on the voice echoing in my mind.
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