Inside his head, the voices pulse with ancient agonies. This place must have been the site of unimaginable suffering, of hearts and souls and lives stolen from the people that these voices once were.*
*As I write this final note, sitting in the cramped and dusty office of Winged Shoes Press on New York's East 33rd street, it occurs to me that hearts and souls and lives can themselves be sites of unimaginable suffering.
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