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This is the end.
Of yet another serial.
I’ll be back in January with my long-awaited Trek analogue. Unless I change my mind again. Always feels like I’m not ready for it, even though I have 27 chapters written already.
Hope you enjoyed all the Romanian dialogue and purple tinted pics.
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Beyond the castle,
the snow on the slope was not quite as deep as it had been before, and the sky wasn’t at its darkest, possibly due to the faint purple veins stretching out from the ramparts, yet the aura was still implacably Arctic.
Defying the cold, Daniella sweated a little as she walked down towards the forest, but it didn’t matter, it would only taint the shirt underneath, not the dress.
As she passed between the first set of trees, the darkness tightened and that dogged kanji materialised in her head, something inside assuming this would be the moment the switch flipped and the castle called her back,
yet nothing happened
the switch dinnee flip
and Daniella kept on going
feeling her way through the gaps between the trees and over the snow-smudged rocks, ignoring the occasional branch swatting her face
thinking of the castle
remembering the prince’s manic mask
Juliana’s Romanian lessons
the water line in her bath
the candles
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