“Your love, a sword made of moonlight and blood." ― Erica Jong,
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Arabella walked inside Isadora's stone cottage, inhaling the various scents lingering around her. The whole cottage smelled like herbs and incense.
"So, we are still doing this?" Isadora asked as Arabella walked inside, her eyes taking in the familiar baubles and small vases that filled the place. It still looked the same, curiously different, but also warm and like home.
They both reached the dining room, and Arabella could see there were just too many things on the table. Now, she didn't know how she was going to remember it all.
"Okay... what I have here..." Isadora said once they reached the long, antique table that seemed to be filling the entire dining room. Arabella sat down on the chair, as she stared at the
