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Prompt: The door shut with a hollow thud. Words to use: lap, scrape, hope, treat, alone, almighty My Paragraph: The door shut with a hollow thud. My fingers scraped against its hammered brass as I sunk to my knees. "Please," I whispered, but no one, not even the Almighty Eil, was there to hear me. "Please." I closed my eyes, squeezing out fresh tears, though part of me still held on to hope. This couldn't be right. Soon the doors would open and my husband would storm out, appalled at his first wife being treated this way. My hands fell into my lap. But that would mean Resed lived. And as sure as the sun rose, I knew my husband was dead. Him and everything he stood for gone overnight in an onslaught of feigned patriotism. Leaving me alone. Almighty Eil, what had I done to deserve this? I'd love to see your paragraph or snippet of a story inspired by this prompt in the comments!
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