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The Woman In Black.

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Hollow.

There is no other word fitting enough to describe her eyes. If one could even call them eyes, for to me they were shadows, sunken black holes in a sunken white face. Paper thin, her pale skin stretched painfully over razor sharp cheekbones, so thin it was almost translucent.

Her lips were two dead roses. Once, there had been colour there. Youth, life. Now, the blossoms had withered, leaving only two white husks to remain. Barely there, she was a ghost, a spectre of her former self, all the years of bitterness and hatred and pain bleaching away her beauty.

A sheet of sorrow, akin to a shroud, was the black veil that frosted over her wasting countenance. With overwhelming grief it deepened the valley of shadows cast over her face. As I looked, it was as if she was a part of those shadows. Her face sank into them, her head and shoulders engulfed. The woman was in darkness.

The woman was in black.    
After reading this excellent book, I was inspired to write my own interpretation of this ghastly lady. Hope y'all like it. Cheers.
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