Of Coal and Pearls: a Hayffie two-shot (part two)
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Effie couldn’t stop shaking as she sat in her jail cell, hoping that the dark would consume her and set her free. The cold scratched at her skin and the feeling in her bare feet was lost. The floor was damp with her urine and blood, but all she could think of was how cold she was. The only sounds that echoed through the prison were the sounds of Annie Cresta sobbing and other prisoners screaming down the hall.
