The clouds tumbled, their dark grey bellies full to the brim with rain. Muire watched from her vantage point on the edge of a steep cliff, the ferocious wind blowing through her already messy fur. She howled at the crescent moon, singing of her fury and pain. Singing of the cracks and divots now etched permanently into her heart.
She closed her eyes, fighting to keep the terrible memories at bay. Her breath came in and out slowly, yet uncontrollably. Muire felt fatigued with both life and death; which one would keep her free from sorrow?
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