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... lthea leaving her newly prepared room. The door remained locked, food being passed underneath. She refused further care and barely ate what was given. And every day, the dreadful churning in my gut grew louder and more gnawing.
"She is coming to terms with her loss," The crone’s reassurance played in my head numerous times a day. "She needs space and time to heal." But I could see the trepidation in her one seeing eye, like she was just hoping that she was speaking the truth.
"Al ...
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