Finished Folds (1—2)
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3But what could we do? Nothing. All we could do was sit back and try to forget about them, or pretend they didn't exist. Pretending did nothing, however. And then, it was too late.
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1The voice had a low but beautiful pitch, cutting through the atmosphere and seeming to shimmer, even though it should not have been possible. There again, anything was possible.