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Submitted to Contest #331
As the golden sun slipped below the horizon, its rays shot beams of light on the bloody wooden floors. Except there was no blood now, and Molly knew it, she always knew it, but why she still lived there, lived at that house, she didn’t know. Her mother was still dead. She could still hear the snow crunching as she carried her body to the river bank. Could still hear the birds chirping as she placed wildflowers on her still chest. Was there anything substantial after all in that hollow cage? Her mother was no superhuman. So how else could she...
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