She let the pebble fall from her fingers as she rose to her feet.
"Why did I never understand love?"
"Love is complicated," the man replied, "and comes in many forms. It is not always easy to tell one form from the other."
The shadow of the great tree stretched before her, painted black against the greying white of the snow below. Carefully, she approached it and stepped into its shade.
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Winter's Tree
Fantasy[Open Novella] - [Long Listed] In the middle of a snow encrusted field stands a tree. Ancient and formidable, its roots run deep below the surface, carrying secrets that could unravel the very fabric of reality. Follow Ayessa as she struggles to rem...
