Even as the world goes on real around her, she is shadowed. Sometimes light flickers above the clawed trees, and in it she can make out people moving. They laugh like the dragon isn't always behind them. Like the limbs aren't full of hanged children, swinging. Like they have never watched, horrified, their minds race over the landscape like escaped hounds.
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