| Fliblelpish | Дата: Пятница, 24.05.2013, 11:04 | Сообщение # 1 |
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| The other man was hardly visible, a darker patch in the ash.He thought he saw a sort of orange flash out in the gray, a sphere that appeared, expanded, passed through him, and then went on beyond his sight.But it might have been the agony, taking him away.Yet the light remained, the images continued.He saw the doll again, lying near this time, on a little gray bed.Its head was porcelain, and not unlike a hundred such likenesses of himself he'd seen over the years.The cloth of the torso was torn open, and the stuffing was coming out.As he watched, huge hands took up the doll and poked the stuffing back in, but there wasn't enough to fill it, so one of the hands vanished and returned with a wad of gray and shoved that in, too, before sewing up the doll with a needle and thread.When all the stitches were made and pulled tight, a knife came down to cut it.He screamed, as air sucked into his lungs and a thousand pins seemed to sink into every inch of his flesh.
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He tried to vomit, but nothing came up, and he lay there sobbing, knowing nothing could ever be the same, that nothing would ever seem as bright or clean as it might have once.He cried like a baby, without coherent thought, without shame.
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A long time he did that, but in the end there remained something so hard and insoluble that it could never be made into tears and drained away.But he could feel the bitterness of it and make it anger, and in that he found at least a shadow of resolve, something he could nurse and make stronger in time.He opened his eyes.He lay inside a room like a gray box, with no discernable entrance or exit.Light seemed to filter through the walls themselves — he cast no shadow.
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