[There's little outside sign that the screaming woman even notices the new voice in the choir, save a single record skip flick of her tempestuous eyes sideways, a blip that swiftly correct itself.
But her volume soars, the pitch of her wailing slanting sharply up to broken nails raked across chalkboard. She seems to barely need to breathe to keep producing this cacophony, an endless font of unsalvable agony.
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But her volume soars, the pitch of her wailing slanting sharply up to broken nails raked across chalkboard. She seems to barely need to breathe to keep producing this cacophony, an endless font of unsalvable agony.
You might almost think it was a competition.]