bronze temple bell in autumn forest Story · 物語
The Feather
"_Her face was moist, as if covered by a gossamer layer of morning dew, while she tended the work before her. It had to be letter perfect. Only the best would do. This was, after all, a promise kept. A gift for a gift. She sat back after adding the final flourishes and wiped away the sweat with the sleeve of her worn and tattered dress. Her critical gaze swept over the final draft of the story she had written…_…"
LS Austin
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