Broken Night
The droning music seemed to grow louder and I felt dizzy.
Emily (or whoever she was), leaned close to me, her button nose touching my ear as she whispered.
'You can close your eyes if you want, but it won't really matter.'
The spiral on the screen slowly faded out. I don't remember everything I saw next, but I remember it was a mix of things. There was the kind of stuff you'd expect—slaughterhouse footage, images of war and Nazis marching, stuff like that, but there were also brighter images. I remember pretty clearly that there was a blonde woman at one point, her clothing, hair and the black and white footage made me think it was from the sixties. She was singing silently on a stage, and w
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