A Discordant Life
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Through all that cacophony, all the rumble of noise that couldn't make sense but be felt as a whole explosion, there was a constant. A clanging that was loud enough to be heard over the harshness, and consistent enough to lead him through the chaos. The sound he always found, because she always found him.
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