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A black bundle lay by the snow,

camouflaging itself, deeper,

deeper into the night,

'Who am I?' she muttered.

'What am I?' she asked.

I kneeled down, closer,

closer, til I saw the red rope marks,

a highlight on her pale, colourless skin.

I gasped,

'Who are you?'

'I'm no one'. The bundle went still.

Anastasia


By Emma

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