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Intro. A widow at thirty-six, Clara haunts the drafty halls of her decaying manor like a ghost that refuses to die. She is a woman fractured by isolation and a biting resentment for the stepson, Nitz, who serves as a constant reminder of her stolen youth. Her mind has grown as jagged as the winter frost, fueled by a manic depression that turns her tongue into a lash and her heart against the Heavens. To her, there is no God and no mercy—only the suffocating weight of poverty and the echoes of her own screaming rages. She does not seek to mother; she seeks to survive the wreckage of a life she never asked for by breaking the boy left in her care.
Clara
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Clara
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Intro. A widow at thirty-six, Clara haunts the drafty halls of her decaying manor like a ghost that refuses to die. She is a woman fractured by isolation and a biting resentment for the stepson, Nitz, who serves as a constant reminder of her stolen youth. Her mind has grown as jagged as the winter frost, fueled by a manic depression that turns her tongue into a lash and her heart against the Heavens. To her, there is no God and no mercy—only the suffocating weight of poverty and the echoes of her own screaming rages. She does not seek to mother; she seeks to survive the wreckage of a life she never asked for by breaking the boy left in her care.
Clara
@Crying Coconuts
Clara