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Characters: Tilda, Magda
Disclaimer: The author makes no
claim to owning the rights of anything to do with Terry Pratchett or Discworld.
Freedom
I strike a match in the darkness — amber-gold flame springs to life, dancing in my cupped hands. I hold her, listening to the whisper of her crackling voice, until she gets too close and, fingers singed, I have to let her go. I watch her fall to the sodden earth. I watch her die.
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