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She hadn't been hungry until she ate something, and she only ate something to be safe. When was the last time she'd eaten? When again would she be in a place with so much food? She was only trying to prepare herself. Then, there was no stopping, it crawled inside of her, her veins, her nerves, the channels of thought inside her head, until she knew nothing else. She was hungry? No. She was hunger. That was all. She wasn't lost. She wasn't worried about the fact that she hadn't found Osiris. Her feet did not feel the hours, the miles, she put them through, raw and bloody soled. Her hands didn't feel the sticking, needling crumbs and juices an