She could still feel his finger on her cheek, but when she opened her eyes, he was not there.
A gust of wind swirled and a dusting of snow lifted into the air and brushed past her face.
Turning away, she found herself facing again the shape hanging from the branch above. She could see its face, swollen in death and nearly as dark as the tree. She knew that face. She knew it well.
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Winter's Tree
Fantasi[Open Novella] - [Long Listed] In the middle of a snow encrusted field stands a tree. Ancient and formidable, its roots run deep below the surface, carrying secrets that could unravel the very fabric of reality. Follow Ayessa as she struggles to rem...
