The story so far:
132: I need no magic mirror now to show me the memories. I sit here in this windowless cell and she visits me, smiling her crooked smile.
133: There was so much blood. I regretted what I’d done the moment I pushed the stone into her throat.
134: There was so much blood. I loved her so much. I would have given my life to get hers back, the moment that I took it away.
135: But I haven’t the voice to tell anyone this and anyway, who is there to hear me? I have no visitors.
136: I gave her death, they gave me life – ironic, don’t you think? She gave me the means to kill her. Double irony.
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