Gold Narrative

A deep sense of pride swelled in my chest while tears of joy and honor filled my eyes and dropped on the floor near my feet. I had never seen anything so perfectly representing the work of my hands.

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Chelsea Vaughn
Bitterness

“Up from behind a sand dune close beside her rose the form of her enemy Bitterness. He did not come any nearer, having learned a little more prudence, and was not going to make her call for the Shepherd if he could avoid it, but simply stood and looked at her and laughed and laughed again, the bitterest sound that Much-Afraid had heard in all her life.”

― Hannah Hurnard, Hinds' Feet on High Places

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Chelsea Vaughn