Every Breath She Takes [CURRENTLY ON HOLD]
WolfWynd
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Tales are told of the dark, where the snow lies deep in the streets, and all sounds are muffled. These tales are told around a kitchen table, where once they may have been told around the hearth fire; told to scare young children, to keep them from wandering at night.
The night I disappeared was a night of darkness, where the snow was falling thickly, muffling the sounds. Only my breath could be heard.