His Dark Obsession
There’s something immensely familiar about her and I suddenly feel overwhelmed with emotions.
I don’t know how, but I know this child…
Her white hair falls to her chin, and it is held back with little clips. She has large golden eyes and a button nose as she stares at the door on the far side.
She’s wearing a shimmering blue little dress that reaches her knees with butterfly sleeves and matching shoes. She’s clutching something in her hands.
“Will you return that to me, little one?”
My heart thuds at the familiar voice, a voice that haunts my nightmares. The voice behind my greatest regret… I turn to see none other than the Eternal God Eshe, himself.
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