Breaking the Prophecy
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a, will speak only three times, her words bearing immense, unsettling weigh
spered "utterance." Five years later, just before my wedding, Martha whispered to m
private grief into public spectacle. My mother retreated into an impenetrab
mother, though silent, harbored no malice. The official stories felt like
ust... the water... He...!" The line went dead. I found her, a suicide note and pills