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macduff. i have been broken open, raw like a bruised throat, but i have my work to do, and these ghosts- they will not leave me.

macbeth. never like this. like an animal, like a whipped dog. like something that won't die. my wife, her screams, echoing before me, follow me in threes. deny me salvation, but don't let me die running.

both. i have never been broken like this. open, like an animal, raw like a whipped dog. like a bruised throat, something that won't die. but i have my wife, her screams, my work to do, echoing before me, and these ghosts- follow me in threes. they will not leave me. deny me salvation, but don't let me die running.