White Lies
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A small figure walked around the market she had a hood pulled over their face
As she walked towards the bread stall
She tripped on a rock making her hood fall down and revealing her pure white eyes
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This is a witcher story and it will probs not follow the storyline
I did not draw the art so credit to the artist who did
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