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She remembers the first time she smelled liquid copper, so strong she tried to hold her breath. She remembers the first time she watched silver cut red ribbons, darker and angrier than the lines on her Da. There had been a lullaby of sounds, dark rhymes in the sunlight that streamed through the trees. Ashes, ashes, they all fall...

The woman had been pale, with black night hair and glassy fake blue eyes. Unseeing. Unable to move. A doll, Cailin had thought, and ignored the red that spread over grass, inching its way towards her.

They were all just dolls