Chapter Twenty-Five
It was evening and (Y/N) found herself wandering into the city center again. Her broken hand was held tightly to her chest, slung up with wool she'd grabbed from another dilapidated house and tied around her neck to keep it propped. Walking through the city where she could faintly remember an overpopulated amount of people traveling to and from work, school, or leisure outings. She could faintly remember the sound of children, her own age at the time, laughing and dancing about while young men played harpsichord tunes their fathers had passed down to them for generations. She could remember the smell of something sweet wafting at her from every direction. The middle of the city had always been so busy and the scent attracted children from houses and houses away. "They try to lure you in w
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