She stared at Raven in a long second of shocked silence, before sagging to the floor.
She imagined herself drowning along the tides of Sumendu Lake, down own into the depths of solemn solitude, splashing into the serenity of forever silence.
The Beginning: The Tears of My Heart
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She imagined herself drowning along the tides of Sumendu Lake, down own into the depths of solemn solitude, splashing into the serenity of forever silence.
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