Dear
Let me out. Let me out. Let me out. Please. I am reduced to begging, incoherent, no one listens.
You are not even listening. Why?
Postscript: Anh is unresponsive, seen to seem to be sleeping. No amount of prodding, blood-letting, or other such techniques will rouse her. Experts have come and went, at the expense of the father, and have concluded that the spirit has left the body. It is a shell, with eyes open to the ceiling, never wavering. The staff refuses to enter unless strongly threatened. Many sympathize with this.
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