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Aftermaths and cautionary tales

Auteur: Riel
last update Date de publication: 2026-04-07 12:37:02

Grief did not come like a storm.

It did not split the sky open or drag me to my knees.

It settled.

It unpacked its bags.

And then it refused to leave.

Two months after my father’s execution, Rafe died.

The Doctors called it mutation instability. Cellular collapse. Progressive wolf-form degradation. They said it with steady voices and folded hands, as if technical language softened the blow.

It didn’t.

Rafe had been getting weaker for weeks. Tremors in his hands. Uncontrollable and immensely pai
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