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Actress – Nataliorion
It was dark. Each way I turned, I could only see a blur of what had been. I remembered running down these streets with my brothers and sisters, all eight of them. No children littered the streets now. Only a decrepit man was strewn across a rusty street bench.
I quickened my pace. The bottom of my dress collected grime from the street. I shuddered at the thought. It was too expensive to be dragging on the ground. What would my husband think? So much had changed since when I had married the Count and left my hometown. I could see that much had happened here too.
– Ermisenda Alvarez
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