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A bright white light bore down on her, piercing, like a laser or a diamond.

Julie, Julie . . .

The voice hauled on her, dragged at her. She knew it. Did she, had she loved it once upon a time?

Julie . . . What happened? Julie . . .

The voice wanted her to come out of the cave. She would not come.