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Moiety
Chapter Twenty: Most Masterful
Kasumi knows how to live in shadow. She knows how to hollow out a secret and curl up inside it. How to be that brush of cold fingers along your spine, and the intangible image resting always in the corner of your eye.
But it's the art of grief where Kasumi is most masterful. The way it seeps into your pores and taints your skin. The way it blankets your tongue and slaughters the words in your throat. The way it brittles your bones with weariness only the grave could give.
She can't remember the color of Keiji's eyes anymore.