His heart shattered, leaking out his soul. It flowed away as he watched her dying on the floor.
He sank to his knees. The dust floated up.
And tears as salty as the ocean washed his face.
This was his doing.
His own sword had pierced her, too easily, it slipped in smooth. Slick with her blood, as rich as wine and deeper than the colour of her dark
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