Betrayal.

 

It’s easy to say, impossible.  To do so is a different fate.  But to admit it, is a great sacrifice.  It’s a spoken betrayal.  And there is nothing left to do, but to draw the knife.  She sat at the edge of the clock tower, her tool by her side.  She only had to jump.

 

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