destroyed. I thought their company would fill the hole within you. Instead, it only deepened it. I will carry that wrong forever, but I will not carry more. You need to grow. Shed this hard and bitter skin you have created to cover your soul. Hear a better song.”
Jonah, the black-eyed devil that had stolen all of our worlds and recreated them in his image, looks stricken. He stands still and broken as Andine, the woman who had given him birth and whom in return he had stolen into rebirth, walks forward and embraces the son she loves inside the monster’s body. When she joins us, light dances off the flute she holds in shaking fingers.
We leave him that way; still as stone and empty like the husks in the red-gold dunes of the desert. We leave h...
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