He sat in silence for hours.65Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP4TDYGO0qo
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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