chapter 83
Rain was eight years old and pushing open the door to his Father's bedroom. His Father was there, sitting at his mother's dresser. The dresser was awash with blood, he slugged from a bottle of amber and then his Father raised his hand once more and stabbed the dagger straight through his arm, gasping through gritted teeth, his eyes alight with something akin to fervour. "It's my fault. It's my fault. It's my fault. Remember. Remember. Remember." Eight year old Rain looked on, petrified at what his Father was doing, too afraid to speak up, only able to watch as the blade came down, over and over, his Father repeating that mantra, like he had spoken and thought it millions of times before. He was torturing himself for getting Rain's mother killed, blaming himself for what he did, a self de
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