[If she could speak, it would be said without emotion, flat and cold. What was there to cry about anymore? She had done her fair share, but it had been her decision, to spare herself something far worse.
That was what was chilling about this place. Whatever happened to her, it was decided by this world, this fog. Nothing was her choice anymore. That brief freedom? Gone.]
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[If she could speak, it would be said without emotion, flat and cold. What was there to cry about anymore? She had done her fair share, but it had been her decision, to spare herself something far worse.
That was what was chilling about this place. Whatever happened to her, it was decided by this world, this fog. Nothing was her choice anymore. That brief freedom? Gone.]
I hope you can go back.