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Submitted to Contest #327
The wind always howls a decibel too loud on nights like these. Maari has submerged her hand in hot oil every year since she was nine, and still, it feels like sheers slicing open her nerves. Almost ten years in, yet the dread never dwindles. The very nightmare is what jolts Maari awake this early evening. She peeks past her silk curtains, heart palpitating as her mind dissolves in the foreboding red sky of a freshly finished sunset. She knows that, in a few hours, she will have her hand fried for the tenth time, in what the ironsmith communi...
"They died because of you!" Andreus agonised, agitated. "Is what the guilty always say," I calmly added. "They died because of us, and I neither bear guilt nor complain. But you're too childish and cowardly to take your share of the blame." Andreus ground his teeth, but uttered no more words. Instead, his gaze sharpened, as if trying to conjure up yet another lie in support of his imaginary innocence. When his arguably regressive cognitive ability had failed him—just as it did sixty-three days ago—he ordered the Royaume Garde to shackle me a...
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