Brave Little Etta

One frosty morning, a little Etta Snow sat at her desk, and she was in a mood, and a loud redheaded Stripling managed to confuse her enough to look out the widow in search of any sign of his youth.

Little did she know, he was a familiar sight she had betrayed long ago, and her curiosity would only hurt her in the end... But there is no end to this story.
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This story is through Etta's perspective.
Etta Gwendolyn Snow
Lincoln Wilder Griffith

[Short Story]
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