Pale Brother
I I felt her first as a vibration. Not a sound—sound is for creatures with ears. Not a sight—sight is for creatures with eyes. I felt her as a rhythm in the stone, a pattern of pressure transmitted through the wet walls of the tunnel, a sequence of touches that said: here I am, here I am, here I am. She walked differently from the others. The others were quick and heavy—men with boots and women...
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