Literature
Challenge (Commission)
Challenge
It was just before dawn and the world was a blanket of white. After having snowed for most of the week, the heavens had finally grown still. Now, only the calm of winter could be heard. No birds or wind, just silence. . . Until, barely audible footfalls echoed across the snow with a soft, rhythmic crunching.
From the depths of the Phantomhive gardens, two figures emerged in almost perfect sync. One came from the direction of the manor itself, while the other seemed to materialize from the interior of the greenhouse. Their steps and movements mimicked one another most eerily, as they came to stand several feet apart. They stared at
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