My Little Fairy

Prison had aged him but now he was back to where he belonged- to her memories. The woods –where they grew up, the chapel! The pond! – and the cursed meadow – where he had ended her misery himself. A part of him had died along with her. A part stayed back to hack her rapist into pieces.

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