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Metamorphosis It consumed her by degrees. Memories of superfluous events went first; birthday parties, conversations with strangers, books she’d read—little smatterings licked away like jimmies on an ice cream cone, leaving her colorless. At first, she didn’t notice. She felt only a dull hollowness and just the slightest itch of loss. Over the next few months the itch deepened to a pervasive gnawing. It burned through her veins and sucked out her marrow, stripping her of dimension. What games...