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four || alarm

the morning is not a quiet one.
 
 

the alarm rings

blaring,

screaming

through the twilight.

she sits up,

they do too.

who is it

this week?

who was it

last?
 
 

the rumors spread

like crackling wildfire,

like warm blood

trickling

in freezing snow,

 

they found her.

where?

twenty meters out.

 

hypothermia?

  

yes.

the mistress answers,

curt,

clean,

concise.

  

hypothermia.

  

however,

she knows otherwise.