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beauty so similar to her soft features. A note of
sadness transcends; nature has taken her
course, the delicate plants throttled by the
harsh unforgiving nettles, symbolising the fate
of their mistress.
The feeling of sorrow has remained with me all
these years; it is something incapable of being
forgotten, destined to be forever remembered.
Fyne Court lies in a shroud of silence, frozen in
time. An eerie loneliness one can never escape
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from. When you are there you can feel an
echo of past inhabitants, watching you as you
intrude upon their ground; they are the
shadows amongst the trees and the rays
protruding through leafy canopy, they are the
decaying leaves and the new shoots, the smell
of garlic and the dark earth beneath your feet.
Trapped in this memory, unable to escape they
shall wander the distant corners of the only
world they ever knew, destined to do so
throughout the ages, until the end of time.
Fyne
Court
by Lucy
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