Sentenced: Shiri’s 4-20-15 Edition

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… I heard things rattle gently, like dry bones in thin bags, in the slight wind. Click. Clack. Click. Clack. Like that.
I would have pulled away then, if I could; but small, firm fingers pulled me forward, unrelentingly, into the dark.
— Neil Gaiman, Click-Clack the Rattlebag
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