Her Sin
I see her rise from the slate. Rotting, seething, trembling. My legs are frozen, my heart aches as she sits up.
“Where-“ her voice, like a howl of air.
“You died sis. How? How can you be?”
The words were hard to come out, like a plug entering my throat.
“How am I alive?”
“If only I knew”
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