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There are secrets burning like ice in his bones, haunting him, threatening to escape out of his skin.
He indulges one, lets it consume him, revolves his core being around it. The thrill of fear of discovery is a constant edge on his mind, but it allows him to pretend that’s the only thing. Betrayed vows and memories of intimate passion cover a more fundamental betrayal of his vows, violence soaking the sand with blood.
One secret, to bury the other. Sweet moments and the lovers’ respite, and he need never face that he is the worst sort of butcher.