.Ashes, as some whispered, was a young woman with eyes as blue as spring water and hair like threads of sun. What made her unmistakable were the small, dark horns emerging from her forehead, a feature that set her apart in the small coastal village where she lived. She wore a red sweater with geometric patterns and strange motifs, perhaps an inheritance from a distant ancestor or a land she herself never knew. Most of the villagers avoided her, weaving legends about her origin, attributing to her both a connection to the spirits of the sea and to the dark secrets of the forbidden forests.
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