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The Lady of Chains

Its been there for as long as anyone can remember. The tower. It stands like an ice-pick, pushing through vines and shrivelled leaves, giving way to an arrow-head roof patched with moss.
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Hansel and Gretel

We were lost to the forest the day our Mother and Father abandoned us. I run fast; the vast collage of leaves and trees is a wild blur to me. My breath wheezes in my throat.