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16White skin, shadowed with bruises, stretched across an ethereal face, lips full pink and parted, black eyes framed with a feathering of eyelashes. Dark hair, cold and brittle moved in time to breaths she wasn’t taking. A scream whirled around the face and gurgled to a keening moan. The pink lips turned dull, the black eyes grey and dead. Spidery lines of blue spread out from her eyes to ears, to mouth. She didn’t say a word. The dead didn’t speak. A tear formed in the corner of her eye, a silver ball of anguish and pain. It hurt him to watch it fall, to see the trail of black ash it left behind on the slowly rotting face. Skin and muscle pulled away revealing bone and teeth. The tear dipped near lips, caught for a moment, collecting in its corner before overflowing and marking the way to