Brown doe eyes. Soft dark curls. Blood spilt in hate, in cold, in murder.
"What have you done?"
Alice bowed her head in tears. Was she back where she started?
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Malice
FantasyThere once was a legend of a boy who wielded the Vorpal sword. "He took his vorpal sword in hand; Long time the manxome foe he sought- So rested he by the Tumtum tree And stood awhile in thought." From out of the Tulgey Wood he came, an...
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Brown doe eyes. Soft dark curls. Blood spilt in hate, in cold, in murder.
"What have you done?"
Alice bowed her head in tears. Was she back where she started?
