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Tipsqueak β Forgotten Masquerade
Published: 2009-09-17 20:24:13 +0000 UTC; Views: 53; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 5
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He came at midnight; just as he had done every night for the past two weeks. His fingers β Icy tendrils caressing the side of her face with chilling tenderness. A cold shiver ran down the length of her spine at the feathery lightness of his touch. Softly a gasp escaped from between her parted lips and froze upon the chill air in a light mistβ¦--- Cover for a short story of mine.
(No, that is not a photograph.)
