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“No singing now, no whispering — nothing but an echoing, high-pitched, hollow scream, which issues from nowhere and everywhere. And then, as if in answer, the island takes on a life filled with screams. I sink to my knees, in this moment almost willing the whirlwind to break me, but I am not the glass which it seeks.”
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