Lady Marthorn sat looking out of her window with her eyes fixed on the invisible vista that only she could see.
Her ghost bore no lament or unease - she was truly a soul 'at peace', and with a countenance that was as serene, as it was beautiful.
Kashmir blue sapphires littered her deep violet tunic, and a single pearl sat at her throat, haloed in gold.
She chose to stay in her home, to watch over the hills of Basingstoke - a task made all the more significant now with Puck's return.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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