[It takes her a moment after it ends, still feeling the spongy, wet-warm touch of decay, the odor sharp in her nose, the roar of the whisper ringing in her ears.
And then it's like waking from a dream--she looks around--at Hurricane, at the altar, at the horizon]
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[It takes her a moment after it ends, still feeling the spongy, wet-warm touch of decay, the odor sharp in her nose, the roar of the whisper ringing in her ears.
And then it's like waking from a dream--she looks around--at Hurricane, at the altar, at the horizon]
Wait--!