How do you live with all their ghosts?” Khiran idly plays with a piece of grass, twisting and twirling it between his fingers. “One ghost becomes two. Then a dozen. Then hundreds. Eventually the faces blur together and the details of multiple atrocities merge into one looping nightmare.” He looks up at the sky. “And then I’ll discover places of beauty, enjoy food and art that fills me with a desire for more. Nightmares aren’t without end. At some point, you wake up.” Anna bites her lip, chest heaving around a sob she refuses to release. “I’d like to wake up now.” His stare is pitying. “I
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