Ankyra Sound and it's as if my eyes have been replaced with gasoline.

Between Ephraim and Caiaphas was only the pale blue glow of the pool from his earliest memories. While she lived out a nightmare in her head, he lived one out in real life. He hardly noticed the icy lash of water on his ankles when he stepped into it, drawn single-minded toward the plague that was once his mother. If only he could reach her, if only he could embrace her, then maybe he could save her and they could put all of their bad feelings behind them and reconnect...

But when he did reach across the pool and into the fetid air surrounding her, Ephraim's fear seized the reins. He was sudden and quick when he lunged across the space between them. His nose found the silvery fur of her neck, followed closely by teeth. Perhaps she would reach out to bite him back; that was why he'd gone in at an angle where, if fortune favoured him, he might avoid the touch of her noxious fangs.

Tears coursed freely down his face as he cradled what remained of his mother in a strangler's embrace, the closest he had been to her since he was too small to remember. It was the one and only thing he could do for her now.

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