Black script reading Until the very end beside a fine line Deathly Hallows symbol tattoo on the upper back near the shoulder blade.

Until the very end script and Deathly Hallows

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A close photograph of a black tattoo on skin near the shoulder blade, showing the cursive phrase Until the very end above a triangle with a circle and a vertical line through it. The linework is fine and even, with the lettering in a flowing script and the symbol drawn in a bolder outline. The tattoo is in black ink only, with the skin tone and soft lighting filling the rest of the frame.

Fine line Lettering Back Deathly hallows Triangle Circle Script Quote

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The snow had shut the pass for nine days when three travellers came down the stair of the Ferryman's Rest, stamping their boots and asking the widow who kept it for a room with a fire. She gave them the room over the kitchen, the warmest in the house, because the eldest paid in silver that rang true on the counter.

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They were Orla, Tamsin and Brand, and they had walked together since the mill fire at Harrow took their father, far enough to stop calling each other brother out loud. At the river crossing they had met a grey man sitting on a cloth with three things laid out: a stone with a hole worn through its middle, a cloak the colour of wet slate, and a rod of ash that bent when you looked at it too long. "Take one each," he said, "and the one who chooses last will walk the others home."

Orla took the cloak and Tamsin the stone. Brand, who had always wanted the last word, took the rod and grumbled that it was crooked. That night the snow came down so thick the widow could not see the barn from her kitchen door, and through the floorboards three voices argued until the candles guttered out.

In the morning the room was empty and the fire was banked. When the pass cleared in spring, the widow found three sets of footprints going out across the white, and only two coming back. The third stopped at the crossing, where someone had set a pebble with a hole through it on top of a flat grey stone, and the snow had not dared to cover it.