Demon Core: Part 5

Magnetospheric Censorship

Part 1

Sometimes I awake in the long valleys of the night, and feel as though a beast planted by god is attempting to break free from my skin; subterranean hands born in the churning deep of the soul rise from their oceanic hovels to wrap around my ribcage, testing the bars that imprison them. Dread itches in my fingertips.

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