The Wistful Crossroads

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The bell tolls. You are in the cell. The stone is cold. It presses against your spine like a second skin. You are Margaret. You are the daughter. You are the sinner. The air tastes of wet iron. It tastes of old blood. You breathe it in. You do not cough. You do not look up. You look at the floor. There is a crack. A spider moves in the crack. It is small. It is white. It is alive. You watch it....

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