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Lace collapsed into the bed of roses. The spider ascended to Mother's cradle, and soon She awoke...
Lace watched the rose petals tremble.
Eventually Her servants came for Lace, to bring the broken doll-child back for Mother to fix again. How many times?
When they tried to take her pinblade, Lace snarled. "I'm not too frail for this! I don't need you!" But she couldn't walk with frayed legs unwinding.
The servants didn't speak as they gently lifted her. Caught in Mother's sleep-like trance, they had no words for her. No words from Her.
Lace fought back what weren’t tears.