Possession -- Laynie Browne
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He will not cling to her neck in such a desperate fashion for long, but such primitive pathways bespeak volumes whither she will wander in the chambers of a lady unknown. Her thoughts are paved in granite, impossible to obtain any clew by which the volumes may be deciphered.

She takes in this aspect of possession, called to embrace this lady she must become, as the mouse frightened from under her chair. As a man set to watch all night the iron and steel bend and bow.