The Whispering Spires Of Ashenbrook
RavenTheStoryteller
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"Why does this always happen to me?" The girl picks herself up and looks around, her jaw dropping. The place was beautiful, in a chaotic way. As she stands fully upright and slowly spins, taking it all in, a voice cuts into her thoughts.
"Do you like it?"