Author Note✏️

Annona, or Ann as she preferred, had led a quiet unassuming life. And she was quite content with it, thank you very much.

Her path in life had always seemed to flow where it should. Nothing out of the ordinary had ever happened, for as long as she could recall.

Until her path took her to the Land of Autumn.

A place balancing between life and death.

~Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves. (Henry David Thoreau)~

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Entered in the Halloween Vault - Fantasy prompt challenge (750 words max)

[Marking as "complete", but more like hopefully to-be continued 🙂]
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