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NURSE: Your words are wounds, Where will your tale conclude?
PHAEDRA: Mine is an inherited curse. It is not new. EURIPIDES', HIPPOLYTUS
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Reese Logan wonders what it is to be dead. When she becomes just another empty hull with nothing to fill the space but a rotting skeleton, tarnished with black mold which thrives in the decaying body, buried under mounds of compact dirt. Will anyone miss her? Maybe. Maybe not. It does not matter though. How can anything matter when she is cursed? Destined for greatness the symphony of voices cry in her dreams. She is the wrath of vengeance her ancestors have waited for; she is the curse breaker her descendants are depending on. Reese is strong; but how much pressure can a person withstand before buckling? Atlas held the entire world upon his back for millennia; Reese could shoulder it for a moment.
