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Content warning: This story includes physical violence, graphic suicide, and stillbirth Mama never cried in front of me, but in the dead of night I could hear her muffled sobs through the wall we shared. She was yet to hold me since day we lost her, and though she’d never say it I knew she blamed me. In truth I too blamed myself, Catherine was especially prone to being careless, though that fact hadn’t crossed my mind the day we ventured to the old well just down the road from the house.Catherine was our lovely songbird, blessed with a syrup...
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