Trudging through the sodden dirt-path, the permanent frown on Amaan’s face deepened as she lost herself in thought. The mud…
She was back in the rain- this time with a new purpose. She was still frowning, but her facial muscles were…
A story in two parts. The shadows of her past would always come back to haunt her.
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