The Distant Whispers

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The iron taste of blood coated my tongue. It was thick. It was sweet. I spat it into the grey mud. The mud swallowed it. I was seven years old. My hands shook. I held the bone. It was white. It was cold. It was the key. I held it to my chest. I held it against my ribs. I felt the heart beat. Thump. Thump. Thump. It was fast. It was afraid. I was afraid. The air smelled of sulfur. It smelled of...

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