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An extreme sadness cloaked her, recognisable only to people who’d been through a prolonged period of pain. Behind her melancholic eyes lay something else. An unwelcome desolation that had stalked her from as far back as she could remember, haunting her dreams and sometimes dominating her every waking hour, a determined and unforgiving destroyer of anything positive.
The Mother Of All Things
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