Alix bore the blow without flinching. A block of marble. Her gaze was piercing and blank, her nose nobly arched. But one cheek was flaking. A hint of strange green and pink vegetation was invading her chin. Another winter perhaps would lay her low.
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Related Authors: Mahatma Gandhi Mark Twain Oscar Wilde C. S. Lewis Edgar Allan Poe Henry David Thoreau Ralph Waldo Emerson
