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Today is the tenth anniversary … of her leaving. He’s not sure why he’s programmed his phone to beep for it every year. It’s not as if he doesn’t have a reminder each time he steps outside or looks from his northern window.
Mary was in the barn, brushing Jinn. He was in the workshop, putting last touches on a commissioned saddle when he heard her scream. He grabbed the Winchester and ran. Looking up: two metal beasts, with Mary in one’s talons. He fired and got the one whose carcass rots in the field. He dreams her face, shrinking away.
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