Remains story

*On a night like all others and none that have come before, a teenage girl assembles a circle of stems, herbs and stones.*

*As the circle comes together, her mind drifts to what this place means to her. This small hideaway, months unused...She hasn't visited this place in what feels like so long. Too much emotional weight. Too many memories. Too many reasons to feel so horribly overwhelmed.*
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*Eventually, the circle completes. And as it does, her hand inadvertently brushes against the remains at the center.*
*Old remains, dry and dirt-caked, too desiccated to feel like flesh and blood anymore. That brief instance of contact sends a chill through her, as does the memory of what she'd had to do to acquire them. Digging into the grave, pulling the body out with her bare hands, being forced to see what all these months of lying underground had done to it...*
*She tries not to think about the fact that this, a dusty mess of dried-out human carrion, is all that's left for her to work with. *