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Sυммer Rαιɴ || Wrιтιɴɢ ιѕ α cαllιɴɢ, ɴoт α cнoιce.
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Apr 26, 2016 03:11PM
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Clarisse leaned against the gate, gently swinging backwards and forwards as she stared blankly out into infinity. A dummy lay draped over the edge of the pen, the fabric split in many places. Her hands bore no visible bruises, but they would later, she knew.
A cold wind blew across the yard, and she stood up, slinging her coat over her shoulders. She walked over to the broken dummy and shoved it over the fence, leaving the yard clear of obstructions. Then she leaned against the fence, waiting for another guard to arrive. Someone would come, sooner or later, once the palace became too boring and peaceful, or too loud.

