The Final Waking: a short story for #burningcat
They think I’m dead. The heretics threw my body into the trash pit with the rest of the refuse — they should have burned me, but they didn’t know. My legs and neck are broken, my torso slashed open. It itches as the wound knits, my bones ache as they heal, but I know from experience that this will pass. Though this is the worst death yet, by far. Ever since I took my vows I’ve wondered how my ninth and final waking will feel. I expected panic, but despite the trash pit, despite the state of my body, my soul…
