The clarity of sound mesmerised her; the way sound intruded where nothing else seemed to be, was a quality she most admired.
She had the ability to shut it all out so that the deafening silence therein would bring about a mortifying feeling of death. Something like what a dead person would feel but not a living one: a silence that sucked out your breath and all traces of life. It terrified her, the way she could so casually wield such an evil gift. Surely only an evil person would wish to silence the world. Surely not her. Not Sola…
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