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She never knew the feeling of the warm sunlight on her skin or how the flowers bloomed in the moonlight . She was, but only a girl . A girl who had never gone out of there . The 'there' I say is a place that was known by a few, but those few were enough to cause problems, and when she finally got out, she met... them or rather i say him.

Aurora was a 19 yr old who had spent most of her life in the burrow , as her mother liked to call it or as she would describe it ,a dark desolate place full of pain and suffering . She thanks to her mother was one of the few who had enough food to eat but that only lasted for a while as when her mother died she was but left only with a few pennies and nowhere to go.

In the small town of Ravenswood, nestled between the rolling hills of rural England ,It was a Sunday morning but not like those we often see on the television. No , it was a Sunday morning in the burrow. You could see people going down the dark , muddy street to get their groceries , I wish I could call them that, but the state they were in made one think otherwise . The potatoes were rotten, and the moldy bread and eggs were in no state to be eaten. But as little aurora thought that at least they had something to eat . As for the girl, her mother was long gone, leaving a few pennies in the girl's name. But the girl didn't resent her mother , rather, she was thankful that at least she had something, something that was solely hers something she could hold onto.

As she walked down the desolate streets, the girl's loose-fitting dress seemed to swallow her whole, its faded print a poignant reminder of better times. The once-vibrant colors had dulled with wear and tear, much like her spirits, which seemed to be weighed down by the struggles of everyday life. Her footsteps echoed off the empty buildings, a haunting melody that seemed to match the rhythm of her heavy heart.

As she turned a corner, the girl stumbled upon a small, mysterious shop that seemed to appear out of nowhere. The sign above the door read "Curios Wonders", and the windows were filled with an assortment of peculiar items: vintage trinkets, dusty tomes, and strange artifacts that seemed to hold secrets and stories of their own. The girl's curiosity was piqued, and she pushed open the creaky door to reveal a dimly lit interior that seemed to whisper secrets in her ear.

As Aurora pushed open the creaky door, a bell above it rang out, announcing her arrival to the shop's owner. The store was dimly lit, with shelves upon shelves of dusty jars and peculiar objects that seemed to whisper secrets to each other. A sign above the counter read "Curios and Antiques," but Aurora felt an eerie sense that this was no ordinary shop. She had stumbled upon it while wandering the winding streets of the old town, and her curiosity had gotten the better of her. As she wandered deeper into the shop, the air grew thick with the scent of old books and something sweetly decaying, making her skin prickle with unease.

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