Chapter Thirty-Five.
I woke close to dawn, the sun still not having risen as I eased myself upright on the mattress of the bed, my skin stained red from my own blood, my hair appearing almost pink from the effect that the pigment of the water had on it. I was alone, Ben and Caleb gone, leaving me to rid myself of the smell of iron that clung to me like a second skin. I knelt down on the bathroom floor, running a cloth over my skin repeatedly until the bucket in front of me was red like the water in the tub. I ran my wet fingers through my hair, staring at my reflection in the water. Mary stared back at me, with pinkish hair and tired, burning eyes hiding the urge to cry like she had a few hours prior. I turned to wring the cloth, using it to scrub at my hair until it was as white as snow once more. I then t
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