Alayna Riggs

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The lace in front of her face rippled gently, and I caught the scent of something vaguely familiar. A stale scent I couldn’t quite place as she said, “I served,” she said. “I serve still.”
Alayna Riggs
I swear if it turns out to be stale lilacs…
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