04-06-2006
"And I can still hear his voice, the voice of darkness itself. I can still see and hear and feel all of it. The violence exploding again and again. The hateful smile twisting the shadows of his face. His hand on the gun.... the stubs of those two missing fingers... the shocking swiftness of it all. The blood and the horror. The death of love. the loss of everything. The birth of the nightmare that never dies."
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