Metaphors melted. She wanted to use real words, to grab whatever this was by the hair and slam it against the wall until it stopped twitching. Instead she remembered how, as a child, she had been convinced her mother was an angel, a shining immortal. It was a mistake she'd make again and again as she got older. There were always angels, and not a single one was immortal.

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