Seemingly welcoming shelter
The soul-less eyed elf stumbles from the misty forest. Her blood sodden clothes and hefty sword pull her towards the ground. Barely shambling upright, her eyes fall upon a manor. The tears mix with the blood upon her face. Will they turn her away? They should, after what she has done, or did she do? The question weighs heavier upon her than her clothes. Her eyes follow a shadow coming closer.
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