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​          The fall was quick; she didn’t tumble all the way down the stairs. Rather, her left hand landed palm flat several steps down, the awkward angle and sudden weight snapping her elbow the wrong way. Her scream pierced the air and was the only sound she could hear. The nearby traffic, Detroit’s concerned consolations and subsequent 911 call, inquiring and gossiping neighbors, it was all only vibrations on the skin as white-hot pain burned through her arm and her own screams filled her ears, leaving no room for anything else.

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​          In the emergency room for the second time in as many weeks, Evelyn’s hope was shattered. This time, the conversations around her were of no comfort; they conferred no healing factor. She felt weary, as though she could lie down on the hospital floor, go to sleep and never wake—and she would be fine with that. She recognized this feeling. Act one of her curse’s spiral had played out. It was now time for act two—crippling fatigue.

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​          It turned out she had also sprained her ankle severely and would need to walk with a crutch for a few weeks as it healed. Her arm, however, would take months. Once again, when the two lay down for bed, Rolly settled between them, choosing to rest her forehead against Evie’s shoulder. Evie fell asleep quickly that night, the curse's fatigue fervently taking its toll...

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