Monstrilio

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Her son dies in a child-sized bed, big enough for him but barely enough to hold her and her husband who cling to the edges, folding themselves small so they fit one of each side of him.... Her son was alive and now he isn't. No thunder, no angels weeping, no cloaked Death, no grave; just his silent body, unbreathing, and the blunt realization that this is it.

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