Her father had left her in the road, a bundle at her feet.
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This Textured Darkness, #62
“I hear the voices every spring,” Mirella insisted. “It leads me to the Spring Calling of Spirits.”
Introducing, This Textured Darkness, a fantasy
We either connect with the work or we don’t because the character has been endowed with life, and life has the power to draw others into the nature of its reality.
