07/03/2026 22:46

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With blood I bind you to your grave, I said. I'll call for a doctor, Micah said. Other insects from the woods, singing their last songs before the cold came. Great, can you at least give me a list, so I'll have some idea what to expect? I could, if you truly desire one.

How do you let go? How do you open your hand and let yourself fall, and trust that other people will catch you? That they'll catch you and not let you hurt them, or yourself. Micah laid a hand across my shoulders, but managed to put his hand on Nathaniel's shoulder, too. He moved forward, but not in a mindless rush. Nathaniel raised his mouth, and only his weight and Jason's hands held me down.