The Villa
Vibrant colors of the approaching peak of summer. Grain and grass slowly turning golden before the aftermath, rustling beneath the light thump of Rascal's hooves that barely touched the ground. The white ruins of a crumbling villa sinking into an unkempt green orchard strewn with the fruits of wild fruit trees against the azure blue of the sky over the horizon of rolling, wide hills. The sun was burning mercilessly, but she felt uplifted above her own discomfort, for she sensed that this day would be one she would never forget. As soon as she was freed from the cold grip of the walls of Andrak, in the midday heat her face, still pale after the long days spent in her room, reddened quickly under the touch of the scorching sun. She reached the white walls of what had once been a lavish vil
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