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e, it appeared to me how small the village is. Each house is locked up,

ardly giving any privacy. My thoughts wander to all the beautiful villages we passed on the way through on the t

age, whatever might be beyond is unknown. I make a note to ask someone about it. With no money,

ier than I should have, which only made me stronger during my sentence in Death’s realm. At some point my thoughts lulled me to sleep. I may not have hidden like I was warned, b

scatter, running off in different directions, as if they were caught commiting a terrible crime. Or maybe they are scared of me. Either way, I struggle to my feet,

pity, heads down, going along with their days work, not interested in a girl sleeping against a tree. I was just about to get movin

ne faced man with golden hair brushed back from his face. He looks dead ahead, not bothered by my stare as he rides past me. I’m most fascinated by the gun on his hip, a rifle, which glints

seems to let out a breath once they were gone. I’m not sure what that was, but I don’t have time to investigate it right now. I need to find a bakery, and if what I saw last night is correct, there is a bake

has my stomach grumbling in response. Sweet delicacies are laid out in front of me, shielded behind glass. It se

moment, before she opens the back of a glass cabinet, slipping the bread in. I watch her do so, unable to take my eyes off the food, unable to stop breathing in that fresh scent. The lady keep

oesn’t smile. I look at the burns on her arms. She clearly has slaved away a

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o hasn’t either ignored me, or laughed at me. I nod, following her into the back room. It’s not the bakey area, yet it still smells so pungent like flour and yeast. A fire places on

start to talk soon, and when the people start to talk, bad things happen,

not so sure I want to know, however, I’m apart

ually,” she explains, throwing another log on the fire. I watch it burst into flames. I know who she is speaking of. Time

so worried, why did you invite me in here to talk

hen he visits, he gets the best service. And I take pity on you. It’s a lawless area around here, each for their

on’t be great work, but it will be enough to keep you on your feet until you find another place to work. My

u. My name is Ros

ferent name, in case an more powerful immortal tries to track you,” she explains, to which is shiver. I had no idea

hady. For now, I’ll heed Marie’s advice. She might be a crazed older woman full of consp

They from this village?” I question, curious about

the forest for fun. It’s a dark, dangerous place in there. I don’t suggest wander out of t

e believe they work directly for Time.” Finally, I fin

s Time

e the worst thing to ever exist in this world. An unforgivable creature

r words. She folds her arms ac