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A flame burns in the black after dark. Her blazing hair hangs over my shoulders, ignited by the moonlight above her. The fire in her eyes blind me, and the heat of her breath melts me. I've been taught that when faced with adversity, always try to find the silver lining. Here's my silver lining—right down the barrel of her gun.

On a stage set by starlight, the silvered treetops mirror the stalwart moon, shimmering like summer snow. The reaper arrives, cutting down the shadows with a darker shade of blade. This is the story of the mother, matriarch, and murderer: Raven Branwen.