100 Fairytales } 038. The Partition of an Inheritance

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Standing at the foot of the grave of the only man she ever called Father, Amy is alone. It's too late for even the most enduring of insomniacs to still be awake, too early for even the butlers to be awake; it's that delicate hour wherein nothing really seems real.

And at that grave, Amy thinks back on what her Father imparted on his children. To Ethan, salvation from what otherwise would have been death, and a purpose. To Declán, a lifetime of quiet adoration and accepting service.

To Amy, a lifetime of regret and eternity to dream of absolution.