SIGHTLESS OBSESSION
He had rebuilt his walls overnight, higher and thicker.
"Proceed," he said, his voice a carefully modulated glacier.
I pricked my thumb, the sting a familiar companion now. As I pressed my blood to the brittle page, a new set of numbers and letters began to rise, a string of digits that could topple a man who claimed to speak for God.
I read them aloud, my voice clear and steady in the silent room. I felt him commit them to memory, a silent predator absorbing the coordinates of his next kill.
When I finished, I pulled my hand back, wrapping the small cut myself with a cloth from my pocket. A tiny act of self-sufficiency. A declaration that I no longer needed his handkerchief, his pity, his c
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