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In their bedroom, beneath their bed, she keeps a wooden box. It is small, but some days she struggles to even lift it such is its weight. It is a space that things may enter but never leave. Now she breaks this rule, sorting through its contents as she awaits their guest.
There is a fine silver chain, the foot of a wild rabbit, a pair of incisors, a scrap of cloth, a lock of hair, two pieces of stiff parchment and a dirty scrap of paper. There is the more recent addition of a wax seal, ornate and macabre in equal measure. Then there is the pressed chamomile, which predates all else. A collection of all the moments she had taken for her own.
Inside this box is her heart entire.
Series
- Part 2 of Dungeon Meshi Fic