A boy got a splinter in his eye, and his heart turned cold. Only two people noticed. One was a witch, and she took him for her own. The other was his best friend. And she went after him in ill-considered shoes, brave and completely unprepared.
Grief is like a splinter deep into every fingertip; to touch anything is torture.
Amalia had the unpredictability of a splinter, I couldn't impose on her the prison of a single adjective.
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