A chorus of howls echoes over the umbral bawn. Three voices intertwine in a haunting melody, the soprano of the trio lingering a couple notes longer than the bass and baritone.
A young woman with flame-red hair waits at the edge of the bawn, expectantly. She wears a dark-colored dress that falls right above her knees, a sash in royal purple across her waist. Her lips are quirked into a small smile as light-colored eyes scan for signs of life.
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