Our Echoes Drifting Through the Marsh
Novelette 8,914 words Recommended by 3 award/anthology sources
"Upon my return to the village, it was my husband, Adamet, who took me gently by the arm and guided me across the docks spanning our marshes until we reached the preburial cottage overlooking the sound. We stood side by side in the shadows of the cottage, torchlight flickering across the preparatory table where a colorful shroud lay empty in a crumpled heap."
Content warnings 3
deathdeath-of-a-loved-oneviolence
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