Chapter Ten, Part Four: White LadiesMature

“Hrm. Maiden in the ice. Looks like someone ‘has’ been in here, but they seem to have left,” he says, taking the rose and bending to pick up the petals. “I ought to tell the Valeshard. I ought to... but... for some reason... my memories of Kenny are quivering in the back of my...”


Not-Kenny shakes himself again, not having meant to say the last bit out loud, then walks back out the way he’s come, careful to take a last peek before shutting the door.


And as the door closes on her, a sound emanates from the final, small room.


Where she waits.






The image of an angel, as they say...


The End

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