Karine Rickert: A Short Story

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Karine Rickert closed the leather-bound book and rubbed her weary eyes. She had never liked to read, but there was nothing else to do, so she holed herself up in her adoptive parents' library, reading some of the eldest history books. The hope that they would pique her interest had been diminished the moment she turned to the first page. She let go of her face and stood up, her crimson satin dress flowing down to her sandal-covered feet. She placed the leather-bound history book back onto the shelf beside her and carefully strode to the nearest window, not wanting to trod over her crimson dress. Outside the land was beautiful. Pink fluffy clouds were rolling away from the Southern Castle towers, into the forest that blanketed as far
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