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The Silence Before The Flame
Clutched jaw, grinding teeth against pulp, until ash and blood coat a deadened tongue. The nightsong quiets—a pulsating silence encapsulates the land as I walk up to a pyre built of withering dreams and deadly nightshade. The cold, bitter air brushes against protruding flesh. Looking toward the skies, faith stripped and shamed, I climb and take my place among my ancestral spirits. The silence of the night breaks, with chants of *Burn the witch* filling the void. Leering eyes and foaming mouths scream obscenities my way. But even among this fanatic freakshow, I hold on to my dignity. I do not let them see the fear festering beneath my eyes, nor does my lip quiver. With insurmountable strength, I hold my head high as I watch the torches preparing to set me ablaze. Closing my eyes one final time, I breathe in everything I have ever held dear. Memories flood—of loves lost and gained, of the changing seasons, of my connection to this glorious earth. I can feel the flames licking at my feet now. But I will not scream, for my resurrection will come soon enough.
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