A CLOAK OF PUREST WHITE
Clutching her cloak closer to her throat, the girl turned and continued down the path.
Olivia Woods
THE IMAGINARIUM
His voice filtered through the room by way of the speakers set up around the stage, giving the impression that he was talking to her and almost standing right in front of her.
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