by M. J. Joachim
The sun was shining brightly as Elsa made her way across the bridge. The river never looked so vibrant, glistening in the moonlight, she thought. Slowly, she reached through the clouds to touch the sea.
Reaching back into the depths of her heart and consciousness, Elsa struggled to remember those moments of being outside.
Pictures were all she had left. Pictures kept hidden from the man who held her captive in this dark, damp and dreary, cement cell.
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