Pardoning Mercy
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Every night when the lights go out and the sea sets its journey to the shore, the images behind her eyes turn crimson with blood and ignite with the charcoal darkness.
Every morning when the sun greets the sky hello, her daughter whispers goodbye in her ears and promises to come back again as her lissome fingers slip away with the early breeze.
A story of brutal pain and an even more wicked truth.
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