It had been three days since he began repairing the wall. the rubble, and fallen stone had been cleared and moved to be disposed of, and the foundation set. Long, laborous, tedious work. But the groundsman could find no fault at the moment, thankfully. The one thing he wished could be fixed was the fact Catherine was there, everyday, watching him work. He assumed at his Mothers request to make sure he was working. He didn't care, he would give no reason to allow her to complain.
(This one will be longer, taking my time with it.)
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The Trials of Blood: Prologue
FantasyAs with all things, there is an end. Just as there is a beginning. It amuses me to realize that my story was never told from beginning to end. That save for those I will die to save, my story will be left untold. Even as the irony of what my life ha...
