Scarlet

Scarlet

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Paranormal
"I always wondered, who lives in the woods... I swear that there is smoke somewhere," Liz whispered to herself under her breath. Who in the right mind would believe the babbling of a child? In a town where humans are the minority, only the adults know of this fact. This is not a discussed topic either. The town is surrounded by a 'wall' which keeps what's inside in and what's outside out. The wall is non-existant around a forest called the cursed woods with rumours that there lived a cursing witch, called Mary. Liz with all her curiosity wanted to know the truth fell upon a garden with someone tending it. Her sky-blue eyes meeting the stranger's crimson red ones.
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