There was a fine line between solitude and loneliness, and truth be told, she did not know on which side she fell.
The castle that had once felt so spacious and luxurious, now merely felt as an empty husk, with her echoing footsteps haunting it more than the ghosts ever could hope to.
It had been so long since she had been to the big city, with its solitary windmill standing guard just outside the high walls.
She had sworn never to go back, not in this state. The cost just wasn't worth it.
Staying away got harder every day, however. As her hunger and bloodlust grew with each passing sunset, a thought sparked in her mind.
At least as she fed, she would not really be alone.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Cerita PendekMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
