There was the echo of something unfathomable in her down cast eyes. My stomach tightened in my thoracic cage. Is that your thoracic cage? What do I care? She was flaking away like a statue made of ash left in the wind. Her flesh quivered and she breathed, drowning in air again, tearing herself apart. I watched the scars on her arm spread and
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