Arabella sits quietly in the furthest corners of the garden. tired, upset, feeling crowded by faces she's never seen, and alone, as the hope of finding her true family fades from her thoughts. she looks up, eyes searching the constellations... she wondered if her father was looking at them too. her fear was that he was watching them from above, in heaven, and not below, on earth, like her. "please, papa..." she murmurs into the cold night air.
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