Tristere (one-shot)
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Her name was Tristere.
The last colour in her memory had been the beautiful copper gleam of the sun, spilling over the pearl-coloured tiles of the balcony -
On the day that her fate was sealed.
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My first attempt at a one-shot with many subplots. A tale where past and present intertwine.
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