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Ophelia Ripples

She rose out of the water laughing, spitting up water and pointing straight up at the sky. “Bitches used to worship the moon,” Emmy cackled, pulling long tangles of hair away from her face so she could properly address the three corpses perched at the head of the pond. She waited, respectfully, for someone to respond, but must have sunk back underwater before either could think of something clever to say.