Those We Lose in the Caverns
A story by Journey Hart Ender opened her door and sighed as the morning breeze enveloped her. She smiled as the breath of wind played around her humble little cottage, caressing the curtains and lightly touching her little flowers by the window so they waved in hello. The sun that lit the bright blue sky above, the silence and mildness of the wilderness that stretched for miles outside provoked play inside of Ender. She wiped her hands on her homemade apron, leaving the door open as she walked
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