Fading

690 words by 1 writer in London

Stories filed under Fading

Fantasy, fading, Fire

“Tabby!” I called beginning to stress. The wind nipped at my plaid scarf as my toes turned numb.

by L. Mau

London — “Tabby!” I called beginning to stress. The wind nipped at my plaid scarf as my toes turned numb. I could hear the birds and other forest life waking up. The trolls were already hibernating so I wouldn...

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