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The church of rock and pillar was nothing without the many colours of light.
βI-I donβt understand.β I whispered, my voice wobbly with uncertainty. βThisβ¦this is me, isnβt it?β
The priest smiled at me softly and nodded, his hands clasped before him, his white sleeves long.
Slowly turning back to admire the stained glass windows as if they were old friends, he let out a long sigh.
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Eloise wraps her brown drab coat around herself, shivering uncontrollably. She probably has hypothermia, she thinks sourly, as she looks down to her blue tinged hands.
The cold moves in only to meet the warmth of her blood, her only defence left against such ice. She could feel it wash over her skin, again and again. The truth is, as hard as it is, that so long she keeps moving sheβll win. The on...