My family locked me in the basement to give birth. Days later, they returned to find a dark red liquid seeping from the door. As my mother screamed, a voice whispered behind her, “Looking for me?”

walled fortress that you rebuild, stone by stone, entirely on your own terms, and only when you are ready to lower the drawbridge.

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