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Frowning, Charles Croydon stood by his bedside table. He saw one urn on it. *I will always be with you, Sarah. My vampire bride* Charles thought. His frown remained. *I couldn't protect you.*
A memory formed. A memory of Charles viewing Sarah burning at the stake in Salem. A memory of tears running down his face. A memory of Sarah shrieking and struggling.
*Your ashes will remain in this urn, my wife* Charles thought. He smiled before his hand contacted the urn and knocked it down. His eyes widened. The urn shattered. Wind scattered ashes. His shoulders slumped very slowly.
THE END