MegaMaeve

"It is a sin to gaze upon that which you have no right upon." The words rolled out of his mouth with a practiced smoothness. He didn't believe a single bit of it, yet they remained burned into his memory. The first sin was when his sight befell her. What he wasn't meant to have. These words had not been his own. They had spilled from his stepfather's mouth like an avalanche, threatening to tear him down on that sweltering day. It was a vivid enough memory. Recalling a piece of it was enough to bring the whole picture to the surface. He fought to push it back to the back of his mind. But like a game of cascades, tipping one tile meant tipping