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KÆLIGHED ER ENØJET,
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━━━━━THYRA WARNED HER NOT TO DELVE TOO DEEP INSIDE HER OWN HEAD. THE THOUGHTS ITCHED AND SCRATCHED INSIDE HER SKULL — THEY SCREAMED FOR HER LEGS TO KEEP PUSHING FORWARD.
The sticks and rocks that littered the uneven ground scrapped and battered her small legs. Everything around her had been telling her to turn back, to not venture any further into the woods.
Tove Ranulfsdottir hadn't slept in three days.
The girl had been walking around the sun for six laps and hadn't felt her mother's embrace in three. Sometimes, she wondered if the sun shining on her face resembled the warmth of her clasp. (Perhaps that is why her eyes shut and feet moved her towards the trees; for the friendliness of the sun was ever so welcoming.)
Beware of the ladies who twist the tales, Her sister-cousin would say. You may think you want to know the answers, but they will only flood you with grief.
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Would That I ▬ Sihtric Kjartansson
Fanfictionis it better to out-monster the monster or be quietly devoured? - sihtric kjartanson x tove ranulfsdottir season 1 - seven kings must die started: 2023 (c: friedrich nietzsche, good and evil) (polarr effect c: kaiijucatsedits)