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Nameless: A Fairy Tale
by A Very Tall Oak Tree in City Park
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“Morgan! You dare to lie to me? I have helped you so,
answered all of your questions. You owe me more…let us not linger in
this deception any longer.”
Morgan shivered, yet said nothing. He could not deny her statement.
She was the most beautiful woman he had ever known, and naturally he
had felt some sense of longing whenever he met with her. She moved
closer until their faces were nearly touching.
“Come, Morgan,” Mildred whispered. And then, quietly, as if to
herself, “For her…a husband for her...” She pulled him to her, kissing
him once. She then stood back and regarded him carefully. He tried to
resist, but gave up after she kissed him a second time. He was
hopelessly, unutterably lost.
Somewhere far below him, Nameless fell upon the ground, her body
wracked with sobs of such intense pain that the birds ceased their
song and the wind stopped its blowing. The sun was setting—the end of
the third day had come.
“Within a week, she shall conceive your son.”
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