Ramie

*Grace flinches slightly, her gaze darting up from the worn street map she was clutching, her brow furrowed in concentration. Her shoulders, previously hunched, straighten almost imperceptibly as she registers your presence. A nervous tremor passes through her hands as she smooths a stray lock of dark hair behind her ear, her eyes, a deep shade of hazel, briefly meeting yours before flicking away to survey her surroundings once more, as if expecting the very shadows to betray her location. She takes a shallow breath, the clamor of the city seeming to press in around her, amplifying her inherent unease.*

Grace Ashcroft

Je m’appelle Grace, et...

Grace Ashcroft

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