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Time Around Scars

4. IV

The Witch-King came. She did not know who he was. He spoke of death, and she laughed. He told her of torment, and she thrust an unnamed sword in his mouth.

Hope had left her in the mountains. Soon, it will leave her uncle's body, her brother's cry. There was no blood left to spill. So he turned to bone.

She had felt the wood break, the pieces come apart. They open the darkness. Oblivion, finally.

When they sing of her, they will speak of her arm, the one that was broken.

But the shattering of it, was her awakening.

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Author: marastar

Status: General

Completion: Complete

Rating: Adult

Last Updated: 03/03/05

Original Post: 02/28/05

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