Rhett lifted the brush, then stopped. Charlotte's face lay beneath the lamp, pale and beautiful, but not at peace. The docket said cerebral haemorrhage. Her skin said otherwise. A gothic dark fiction story set in the city of Streindarke. 

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This story was inspired by the song 'One Hundred Years' by The Cure