Chalahma disappeared into the woods. When she returned she was dressed in a beige robe. They walked side by side up the path toward the castle. When she reached out and took his hand, he felt strangely warmed. The short walk back to the castle was for Jachim, timeless - a momentary suspension into... Sign in to see full entry.
One Tin Soldier for Tuesday, September 12, 2006
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