Dana and Eric

“I hate this cold.” Dana tightened her scarf and returned her arms to their firm position crossed over her chest. Eric turned a little on the bench the two of them were sharing to look at her and watched as her hair gently blew over her face in the cold autumn wind. The wind brought with it the faint smell of burning leaves.
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I remember what it used to smell like.
My dad would reek of the stuff.
It was as though he bathed in it.
The fumes must have been capable of permeating skin.

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One | The End of a Kingdom

“I’m afraid the wall is breached, your Majesty.” Carolyn said as clearly and plainly as she could, all things considered, as she stood in the great big doorframe to the great big chamber of the king.

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