Fingers poised over keys, Tim drew shuddering breath. Several torn sheets of paper, methodically shredded and impatiently ripped, coated his floor like snowflakes. First adventures discarded and trampled. The metal clinked.
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All wrong. He tossed the tatters away. Emptying lungs, he closed his eyes. In darkness her face floated up, a corpse in black water.
Kate was dead.
Simple.
The reason and damming of a new draft. How to start over despite an insatiable void?
He would begin with the end.
They bowed their heads before whatever lord may reign above and let him reap their tears for rain.
