And after all these years, years of fake freedom, of torture, and death. After all this years - she was home. Breathing deeply, her eyes flutter closed, the breeze ruffling her hair like a long lost friend welcoming her. Her shoulders relaxed automatically as she stepped past the archway that marked the entrance to the place she never forgot and as she continued walking forward she realized that her home never forgot her either. Home.
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Snippets, Prompts, and Other Fun Things
KurzgeschichtenThis is just a collection of writing and snippets that have no story to them, basically the only writing I've done in years.
