“Help me! Please help me!†It is a piteous whimper, lost in the black void of the narrow closet. The weak and eerie sound of her own voice chills her more fiercely than the cold. The thought brings an aberrant amusement. Her own small voice frightens her! A sound! A creaking sound. Far off. A footfall! Is it? No. It is not a footfall. It's just one of the strange noises that comes in the night. Is it night? Time is lost. Time is gone from her world like a chunk of youth. The black hole draws her toward...
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