Just like the lonesome heart she had just become, Jane walked through the darkest of nights ever, fervently hoping she would meet nobody – except perhaps God himself – as she tried to no avail to get a firm grip on her quivering body. Drizzles from the overly dark sky relentless in their efforts to get her well adorned gown completely soaked, but she hardly noticed that. She was too lost in thoughts of what the future held to be concerned with mere silk and beads. She felt extremely weak, looked like her legs wouldn’t carry her any further. Her knees
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