She was thin and young in age.
Her hair, a soft natural red, long silky curls smelling of cinnamon, fiery like the midday sun, whenever she wears them loose or in a bun.
Thousands of sprinkles of sand on her white, pockmarked skin.
Her amber eyes, a crystallized blue, frozen in a moment kissed by the green of the rustling forest.
Which season is named after you?
This is how I frame you, my innocent sinner.
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The list of sinners
Mystery / ThrillerThe streets of the city of New Have are bleeding every day. A list of sinners, a murderer, 10 victims. A homicide detective and a law student meet in the paths of fate, but what connect them together with the case ? Who is hiding behind the many mur...
