▪BOOK TWO▪
Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die:
Autumn frosts have slain July,
Still, she haunts me, phantomwise.
-Lewis Carroll
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Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory-----
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself, shall slumber on.
-Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Friend Of The Dead
Fanfiction"ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ - ʜᴀᴜɴᴛ ᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇɴ! ʙᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ - ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴏʀᴍ - ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴀᴅ! ᴏɴʟʏ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀʙʏꜱꜱ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ!" Sophie Swan, a quiet enigma, always wears her gloves and sketches people she's never met. R...
