Though the hour of the dog was already nearing its end, she took one last squinting look through the ever growing darkness, as not to miss out on anything of value that might be left, but as she could hardly see her hands in front of her, she finally stuffed the last herb she gathered into a large basket which she then carried on her back as she stumbled home.
Fantasy · Miranda_Eriksson
ch 0 1 Prologue (REWRITTEN)
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Golden leaf cuts heaven
Fantasy · Miranda_Eriksson