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| | Unsung Heroine - In the Bleak Midwinter (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-10-31) |
 | | Before somewhere between dawn and dusk on a grey day, when the clouds seemed to wipe away the hours passing, and every moment seemed as bleak as the last, and time dragged until it suddenly stood still entirely, and I knew I would never be the same. |
 | | Someone like Haleth materializes from the wind on a grey day, stepping over mounds of carcasses towards you, and suddenly you know that things would be wrong if they were any other way, wishing to touch her now, and if only once, still better than never, still better than not at all. |
 | | Haleth's behaviour was considered most improper for a woman; she laughed and talked too loud, drank too much, and gestured too grandly. |
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