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Cleanse.
a melody of weeping.
In the morning, Madeleine wakes and slips out of bed before him.
The servants tend to her and heat up the bath. They are silent, already knowing what their mistress desires. She sinks in the warm water, hoping to cleanse the stains left from last night while the perpetrator snores.
The water forms a curtain for tears that cannot—must not—be shed.
This is her daily ritual to revive herself. Each morning, the slow and steady rhythm of her heart in the misty bathing chamber keeps her calm.
As long as her heart beats, Madeleine knows she is alive.
A/N. It's Canada Day, everyone!
Anyway, drabble-series started. Everything will be 100 words. Updated daily.
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