"Boys don't wear jewelry." But they both did. Beads looped and twined, holding them back, in the name of protection.

The cursed one relied on his as a charm, a last foothold on life, each bead of the rosary clinking, counting down the days, hours, minutes left.

The forest dweller yearned to be free of his, a reminder of distrust and fear, of submission (how he hated that!). One more mark of the power that someone held over him…

And nothing hurt so much as the reminder that one small bead had caused it all.


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