He sat in silence for hours.53Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA4McPI16FX
Eventually, he reached for the cup, hand trembling. Metal gleamed between his fingers.
“Pain doesn’t teach,” he muttered. “Only memory does.”
He wept while drinking. Not for himself.
When he left, I found a thorn wrapped in linen on the counter.
The fire hissed when I touched it.
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