The Reaper's Pet
A forlorn, long-drawn-out sigh from the wax sculpture.
“The truth is, I am evil. Like an apple, my soul at first had only one small spot but it has now been overrun with black rot. Outside, the fruit might still appear firm and shiny but, inside, nothing is left but dust and spores – spores that infest everything around it, all the other apples in a bushel. I suppose you can even say I’m the very antithesis of a light.
“But I fell in love with you the first time I laid eyes on you, Oriana. This was in another life and another time, when I was still a mortal like you. The memory has been extinguished from every ridge and fissure of your mind.
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