Those writings at/around the 3,200-word length.
It is the first Monday of the month, which means it is time to go and visit Doña Irene, or la hermanita (little sister) as she was affectionately referred to.
Fingers on cold stone, damp. The scent of blood in the air. Eyes open but seeing nothing. Blackness, a terrible emptiness.
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