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Harlow PassIn times of despair, famine and witches, fear swept across the land in an unending fury which rages not to be vanquished. Harlow pass, one such village to be swept along in the fear, laid silently next to the river of Hope and laid under the shadow of the vast and peculiar rune hill. For it could be but one night like any other but the worried mother of a Katherine Shane refused to go quietly. Her tentative and shallow footsteps echoed down and out of the many alleys and siHarlow Pass
by ~Max-Takeshi
AliceAlice always came to this place on her wanders, a silent example of fruitless ambition, callously thrown to the soft embers of the wind. Eternally. Forever. She came to a place where nobody dwelled, certainly deserted in the dead of night. Perhaps this is what Alice liked the most... the silence. Silence was her friend. Silence was also her greatest enemy, but she had not yet come to realise that. The lost innocence of a child, torn asunder by life’s circumstance, everything a charade, everything the indictment of sorrow. A little girl aged eight, notAlice
by ~Max-Takeshi
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