Dissapated Magic

The bog smelled of peat and dissipated magic. Humid and yet with a slight chill carried beneath it all. Her bones are heavy beneath the finery and old lace.

He swims in the muck, parting the gloom with mighty strokes. She realizes with painful clarity that throwing herself beneath the water will be her only chance at a dip for the day. She takes a deep breath, balancing on the log for a moment. Then she tosses herself into the dark water, a shock of pain and chill shooting through her body.




The End