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"Three times," he said. His voice was not loud, but it was everywhere —inside my skull, under my skin, in the marrow of my bones. "It has been so long since anyone had the courtesy to say my name thrice. You are a polite one."

I ran after him. I don't know why. Maybe I thought I could reason with a nightmare. Maybe I just couldn't bear to be alone with the silence. "Stop! You don't have to—" vel gendis

He is very polite. And he is very patient. "Three times," he said

"Vel Gendis," I said into the recorder. A test. A data point. under my skin