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Post by Emma Wilson on Aug 30, 2007 6:29:56 GMT -5
Emma shut the door behind her quietly as she exited the room her mother was kept in. There were fresh tears welling up inside her eyes, but she quickly wiped them away. They said that Rosemary Engles was ill, but they didn't know what with. None of the sickness potions had worked, and she was gradually getting weaker by the day.
Sighing softly, Emma went over to the nearest chair and collapsed onto it. She raised her watery eyes, slightly redshot, to stare at the door of her mother's ward. She couldn't stay any longer in her mother's presence - it was too painful.
She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Ten years ago, her mother had been tall and erect, proud and stinging. Would she have been like that if she had known their time was so limited?
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