She sat perched on the ruined stone wall, overlooking the expanse of dew covered grass, speckled with graves still dark with the wetness of last night’s rain. Eyes closed, she imagined the light breeze to be souls softly brushing past her pale skin as they made their way back home. It was early in the morning, but there would be no sun today, as the grey remnants of the storm still hung in the sky.
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