He couldn't believe it. It wasn't him who had held the red hot, piece of iron to her skin. He put his head in his hands and let his frightening memories swirl through his head.
To be a master of metaphor is the greatest thing by far. It is the one thing that cannot be learnt from others, and it is also a sign of genius. — Aristotle, Poetics
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