A mist crept into the valley—how could this be, by the light of the climbing sun? It drifted over the form in the grass, nearly obscuring it, seeming to draw all sound into itself. I thought I might burst from the strain of that silence… until a single sound shattered it:The gasp of an indrawn breath.

A mist crept into the valley—how could this be, by the light of the climbing sun? It drifted over the form in the grass, nearly obscuring it, seeming to draw all sound into itself. I thought I might burst from the strain of that silence… until a single sound shattered it:The gasp of an indrawn breath.

– Tosca Lee –

Havah: The Story of Eve

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