The Bridge Troll

In the dark, Audriana waited. And waited. And then, she waited some more. Waiting was something she had become really good at and darkness had long since become her friend. She was convinced that she could now see better in the dark than the cook’s cat ever had. To pass the time, she picked up one of the toy soldiers that lay about her and started polishing his shield with the hem of her dress. It was a very pretty, summery dress. If it hadn’t been quite so dark, you could’ve made out that it was a creamy sort of […]

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