Bleeding Innocence

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Part 50

The shadow bowed

Her shadow faded into the darkness

Slipped from the room as if her shadow had never been there

She didn’t dare risk the baby

She placed him neatly

Onto the cushioned seat opposite to where she had been

She hobbled toward the door

Her body did not quite feel her own

Like she would fall out of herself

When she opened the door

The new King caught her before she collapsed