She'd wrapped layer upon layer of solitude around herself to protect her from a gaze, yet she wasn't exactly sure whose. If she was really honest with herself, she knew it was her own eyes watching her, but she nevertheless kept wrapping that solitude around her; there was nothing else to do.
To Mervas, Elisabeth Rynell
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