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Aldric looked at Lena’s statue. For the first time, his eyes focused. "What is she reaching for?"

Lena knelt beside him. "The Lust Grimm isn't about love. It's about the shape of a hole. You fell in love with the absence, not the woman." lust grimm

"Nothing," Lena said. "That’s the point. The Lust Grimm ends when you admit that the reaching is the whole disease. There is no fruit at the end of the branch. Only the branch, and the hand, and the ache." Aldric looked at Lena’s statue

When she finished, she placed the statue next to Aldric's final, unfinished piece of Mira. The two sculptures faced each other: one longing for a ghost, the other longing for the act of longing itself. "The Lust Grimm isn't about love

She left him there, among his marble women. As she walked out into the rain, she heard the soft, rhythmic tap-tap-tap of his chisel starting again.

And it felt like coming home.

Aldric was a skeleton draped in skin. His eyes were wet holes. He didn’t look at Lena; he looked through her, at the empty air where the woman used to be.