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With the bitter air whipping at her face and clothes, she fell to her knees and took up handfuls of the dirt in her hands. As she held it to her face, she inhaled the stale, earthy scent, tainted with the overpowering smell of silver. She held the warm soil in her hands, to her forehead, and let out a sharp cry, that descended into a pathetic and pitiful sob, and slowly began to collapse forwards, until her pale cheeks met with the warm, damp ground beneath her.
Created By: Daniella Finniear
Created: 18/12/2009
Story Arc: Eliza
Page Number: 468
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