Deepwood Weald [m] bodies

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Marina’s thoughts drifted to her children as she turned to part from the man, to Moontide and the future. Brockleigh had been missing for weeks now, weeks, and —

Something struck her — no, someone, no, it was him and all the air was swept from her lungs and she — she didn't understand. What - Shivering, faltering; something in her screamed.

She twisted in his grasp but it felt like a dream, a dream of struggling and shrieking and lashing out but all your cries are whispersoft and your blows fall too slow and featherlight, and gasping, and the fear is like drowning, and she didn't understand. Emotion would come later; the rage and shame and grief. But this moment, this, it was static in her ears and water in her lungs and screams that came out as desperate heaving breaths and nothing more.

Glass, shattering; it was so, so quiet.