Epilogue
She was untethered. A mermaid in the deep blue sea. She beat back the waves with the sheer force of her black body.
In the waters, she wrestled the curse. It was more beast than person, and her hands kept sliding off.
But she did not tire; she was barely human herself.
They had been locked in combat for what could have been hours, or days, or years, but she would not stop fighting, not yet.
Not until she either made it back to dry land or she’d taken the curse down with her, right to the bottom of the ocean.
And in the end, she felt it expire in her arms.
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