Pulled Arrow

She stood on the edge of the cliff and looked down into the water below. One by one she plucked the arrows from her heart that had been embedded in the flesh of her wound for a century. As she pulled an arrow from her heart blood poured out in a torrent and ran down the orange yellow red sandstone of the ancient burial cliffs and into the red river below. Another arrow and more blood poured down to the river below.

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