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The Evening shadows
Dark denizens of the night
Madness soon sets in
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Lillianna Nightveil
I am a parent to four children; a perfectionist who finds it very difficult to finish any project without many revisions.
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Field of the Fallen
Sunlight danced softly across the frost-crusted fields, making the little blades of grass sparkle like emeralds. The faraway chirrup of a songbird was the only disruption to the quiet of the morning. An icy chill, the last vestige of the dying winter, clung to the air, settling in a thick white mist at the far side of the open field. The heavy stench of decay hung in that mist, punctuation by the sharp tang of freshly spilled blood.
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