A shade flickered to my left, an eerie shadow balanced even more precariously on the railing than I. Her plimsolls struggled to grip the same rail my fingers now held. I knew her face, just as I knew her death; Id watched it often enough, those times Id been unable to avoid crossing here. Nerys was always here, tied to the moment of her death, an echo, forever hurtling down into those waters, only to reappear an instant later, once more wavering on the rails.
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About Hazel Butler, Chasing Azrael
Hazel Butler, Chasing Azrael.
Themes
- Death — Contemplations on mortality, loss, and the legacy we leave