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Description
Here is something.. a lot different than before.

It's lady Death as described in the Witcher books.

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"She was barefoot, dressed in a simple linen dress. Long fair hair tumbled free over her

shoulders. A daisy-chain crown adorned her brow.

“Greetings to you,” he said.

Without answering, she looked at him with eyes that were blue and cold.

Geralt noticed that she was not tanned. It was strange, because the skin of the country

girls, scorched by the sun, was ordinarily dark by the end of the summer. Her face and what

was visible of her shoulders was missing the golden tint.

“You've brought flowers?”

She smiled and lowered her eyelids. He felt a chill set in. She passed by him without a

word and knelt at the foot of the monument, touching the stone with her hand.

“I don't bring flowers,” she said, lifting her head. “Those that have been brought here

are for me.”

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Description
Here is something.. a lot different than before.

It's lady Death as described in the Witcher books.

* * *

"She was barefoot, dressed in a simple linen dress. Long fair hair tumbled free over her

shoulders. A daisy-chain crown adorned her brow.

“Greetings to you,” he said.

Without answering, she looked at him with eyes that were blue and cold.

Geralt noticed that she was not tanned. It was strange, because the skin of the country

girls, scorched by the sun, was ordinarily dark by the end of the summer. Her face and what

was visible of her shoulders was missing the golden tint.

“You've brought flowers?”

She smiled and lowered her eyelids. He felt a chill set in. She passed by him without a

word and knelt at the foot of the monument, touching the stone with her hand.

“I don't bring flowers,” she said, lifting her head. “Those that have been brought here

are for me.”

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