# She Was Buried Beneath the Snow. He Was Buried Beneath the Truth.

the right heart comes close enough to hear it breathing.**

Mercy looked toward me.

Her honey-brown eyes were clear and warm.

I touched the crescent scar across her nose.

“You saved us,” I whispered.

Her tail struck the floor.

Perhaps she understood.

Perhaps she did not need to.

Some truths require testimony, evidence, confessions, and courts.

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