A/N: Written for the Hook a Prompt Challenge, R20-C2 – Bloody Baron.

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166. Chained Ghost

He is chained not to the living
but to the dead, wearing blood
that was silver but clinging to him,
unwashed.

He never spoke about how his body had bled out
in the soft soil, blood dripping slowly
when he'd failed to make it neat, quick
or painful…

It was supposed to be his penitence
but he had failed in both that
and saving her;

In his rage he'd killed her
instead.