#Chapter32
Mountain of Sacred Witch-05
Once cleaned, she extended the cloth to Arnold, who blinked away from the sight and snatched the rag.
/"What is your name?/"
She asked next. Her voice low and gentle, like bells to his ears. Maybe she sings. He thought.
/"Arnold./"
The name slipped from his lips before he could stop himself. Her presence left him spellbound. And for the first time, he thanked the Lord for bringing her to him or else he had regretted missing such a marvelous sight. But as opposed to her otherworldly features, her eyes were empty. They held a melancholy, a struggle, a war of survival. As she stood in front of him with her back straight and the sun shines above their heads, he noted an ugly glint in her eyes that he has seen a thousand times before. He sees it every day in his reflection.
