Lavender Ink

Lavender Ink

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This isn't a story about a peasant becoming queen. This is a story about survival. My name isn't worthless, or dirty. It's not common folk or that one. My name is Layna. In the old language, it means Lavender Ink. To the elders it means nothing. The best part about being seen as worthless is that nobody looks your way.
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I am dying - it was inevitable. The poison given to me over the course of several months have spread throughout my veins and seep through my bones. I was alone. There was not one single person to hold me, to comfort me, or to cry for me... I am all alone... NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

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