Letting Her Go

So I’m here. Then I’m there. Sitting on a pile of bones (mostly skulls) in Ravenwoman’s Boneyard. I’m in my full regalia, if you can call it that. Raven feather cloak, marked hand and eye, certain accoutrements, etc. I’m holding a skull, but it is neither Horatio’s nor a substitute Yorick.

930 words.

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