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She stood with her eyes transfixed at the scene laid out before her. Her hair blowing in the soft breeze and the silk dress tight against her skin. The ribbon lay in across her head forming a line of intricate beauty. Her rose lips closed with her grey eyes widely open with fear. The smell was strong and yet, somehow sweet. Blood had touched here. The place in which meadows once lay across the shallow land.