Pyre of Promise

Amelia

We return to the mountain in a heavy silence.

Kane walks ahead of me.

Lyra is in his arms.

I don’t look at her face.

I don’t let myself.

My eyes keep catching on the blood instead.

I don’t look down at myself.

Dark. Thick. Everywhere.

Her throat is gone.

I saw it just long e...

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