She abandoned her blind daughter at the gates of a stranger’s mansion and ran off with her suitor. Years later, she turned pale when she saw who had come to her old hospice…
A cold, piercing wind played with the hem of her light dress, as if trying to hold it back, to stop it, to bring it back. She stood by the gate, looking around as if expecting someone to call out to her, to stop her, to say: “Don’t go.” But around her there was only […]
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