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Before the snow melts
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Ongoing, First published Oct 20
Mature
She hadn't cried since the funeral. The tears had burned themselves out somewhere between the hospital corridor and the slow, unbearable lowering of his coffin into the ground. Now there was only the weight. The kind that pressed against her chest until breathing felt like a cruel, repetitive act.

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