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Submitted to Contest #194
Greta knew Johann was dying. He reached for her delicate hand and stroked her long fingers. His skin felt like cold, wet clay. The fever hadn't broken in three days. After weeks of fighting, she watched the dimming of his light happen before her very eyes. The candle at his bedside flickered, threatening to leave them abandoned in the darkness together. Greta wasn't afraid of the dark. She was afraid of being alone. Johann curled a calloused finger around hers and forced himself to speak, "Greta, I have many things to tell you, and not much ...
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