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44: WHERE SHADOWS BLOOM

Author: Francesca Chow
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-10 04:17:30

“Some women water flowers

Some women burn them down

And then there’s the one who does both, smiling.”

The morning sun slipped through the gauzy curtains like a shy guest overstaying its welcome. A quiet breeze rolled through Amy’s bedroom—the room Ellie now slept in, now bled in, now healed in. The space still smelled faintly of her. Leather and lilies, blood and rosewater. It had been over six

months since Amy disappeared, swallowed whole by a deal too steep to say no to and though the rest of the world was learning to breathe without her, Ellie… hadn’t. She sat before the vanity—Amy’s vanity. Its lacquered surface reflected not just her golden hair, but the heavy stillness in her eyes. She combed slowly, deliberately, like Amy once told her to: from ends to roots, gently, with grace. Her hair

shimmered like sunlight on whiskey, loose waves cascading over the silk collar of her robe, the shade of a dying apricot.

“You promised me,” she murmured at the mirror, as if the ghost of Amy l
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