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Under the bridge, she found relics withered with from age and damp. As the twilight deepened, the moon illuminated the foreground as the scenery was one to behold. The rosegarden gave way to a moss-covered bench. Here she stood, now before the glistening fountain with the aged treasures clutched close in a parcel.

In her mind, the statues bore no expression. Cold, meaningless profiles of sirens, faeries and mermaids.