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A recorded reading of “Bats over the Red Wall”. If the player does not load, use the original audio source.
At midnight, the wall begins its singing. Bats lift from her hair like black punctuation. She does not pray; she edits the dark with the exact tilt of her throat. A red line travels down her cheek. The door opens by itself. Night enters, but it does not win.



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