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Wind trailed around the two of them.
“So we’re both puppets, cut from our strings and our roots.”
The corner of Morgana’s mouth twitched.
“I suppose we are.”
For a long time, they sat in silence. Taking in their broken strings, the strings they broke, the strings they tore. It wasn’t much, but to share in that silence together helped a little to heal their pain.