New Beginning 685
November 14, 9a.m.:
Fucking Faeries. They thought I wouldn't notice the hollow bit of dry skin, crinkling like an old plastic carrier bag, where our Monine used to be. They thought I wouldn't notice the soulless wheezing of this creature. They thought I wouldn't know where they'd taken her, know the old stories or their names; but Gran told me everything. They thought--
They thought I wouldn't come after them alone. I'm sure they were watching you, Niesh, waiting till you went away on business....
Fucking Faeries. They thought I wouldn't notice the hollow bit of dry skin, crinkling like an old plastic carrier bag, where our Monine used to be. They thought I wouldn't notice the soulless wheezing of this creature. They thought I wouldn't know where they'd taken her, know the old stories or their names; but Gran told me everything. They thought--
They thought I wouldn't come after them alone. I'm sure they were watching you, Niesh, waiting till you went away on business....
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