The Woman in White
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MatureOngoing6h 44m
Last published Tue, Oct 3, 2023
There lingers, out there, those who watch us. Those who tally our acts. Those who balance.
Always hovering on the outskirts of Taryn McAlister's dreams, a recurring motherly figure watches on - a corporeal guardian angel, if only a figment of her imagination. But when her illustrious imagination warps into a twisted reality, all her preconceptions of the world are fed to a shredder as she learns that her straightforward, small-town life may not have been the beginning of her story. With the aid of her mysterious Woman in White, Taryn must distinguish the truth of the realities presented to her and why forces much greater than herself feel so threatened by a provincial nobody.
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This story has been a work in progress for a number of years, starting out as a series of rough events that may have been more suitable to a lengthy D&D homebrew in the beginning. Being my first attempt at a novel-length story, I have continuously been rewriting sections, and now, nearly three years from the completion of the first draft, it finally feels cohesive as a story, if not still a little rough.
So that is what this is for: a way for me to do one last thorough edit, running from start to finish, with the aim to finally mark this as "complete" in my mind. Both to give myself a sense of accountability and pace myself at the same time, my goal will be to post a chapter once a week.
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