They keep pulling her away from her piano. She isn’t yet lucid, but trying to fight her way out of the nightmare. The strangers. Why
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Endless Hope
The sound of the water lapping against the shore. It soothes my cares away. Endless peace. Endless hope.
Hope and the Crescent Moon – #writephoto
“Maybe the crescent moon is a hopeful sign,” she said to him. They were sitting on their porch looking off at the crescent moon hanging
Chill – #writephoto
Uwin, the small man who would train Ladd to be a wizard, walked through the door that connected the grocery shop and the living quarters
Shimmer – #writephoto
On Ladd’s family’s first night at their hut after he left for London to apprenticeship with the small man, there was a sense of emptiness,
The Sorcery Shop – #writephoto
Ladd and the small man who had fetched him from the village of Farnsworth reached London after a long walk of about 20 kilometers. Cat
The Write Scribe 