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CHAPTER FORTY ONE

Where were these voices coming from? Where was the humble abode they had shielded themselves in? Was it the handwork of fluttering imaginations? Was it the continuous humming of hallucinations? 

They were louder today. These taunting voices, like reflected sounds of waves, flowing periodically and conditioned permanently.

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