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She listens to the tick of the pendulum like it's a war drum echoing inside her chest. Everyone thinks she's made of ice-but even ice remembers fire.
A poetic descent into a woman's fragmented mind as she chases silence, memory, and the freedom only blood seems to promise.
For readers of lyrical fiction, dark poetry, and inner monologues laced with myth and madness.
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