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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