paranoid schizophrenia
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I was a witch the day I succumbed to the fire.
The woman--a traitor, I thought at the time--tricked me into boarding the mysterious carriage;
The Whisper
A whisper lingers in the air.
It is hidden within the static and computerized buzz of a technological world.
It is hidden in the symphony of hums and thrums coming from screens and devices.