“You think I am afraid of the dark?” she said softly. “I was born in it. I have lived in it. The dark is my mother now. And you… you are just a bad dream that forgot to end.”
“You are cruel,” the demon whispered, its mother-voice cracking. “She loved you.” iris in the labyrinth of demons
And somewhere, in the space between heartbeats, Iris smiles. “You think I am afraid of the dark
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