Lore’s slim legs despondently dangled from the edge of the canals. Usually she considered the intricate system of waterways one of the more beautiful sights on the island, but today not even that could cheer her up. Her mind kept wandering back to what happened to her a few days ago, to the eyes of the man who tried to drown her. She couldn’t get his intricate gaze out of her head, let alone the words he’d spoken to her. ”What is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger.” She had no idea what it was supposed to mean, but still it seemed to be stuck. Absentmindedly, she pulled a grape off of the bunch she was holding, putting into her mouth and chewing on it. Quietly, she looked back. Lately she didn’t dare to stray too much from the church, afraid of running into him again. Her eyes were drawn towards the waters of the canals once again. At this point, the thought of jumping in seemed rather tempting.

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