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A Wind Revealed

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The crooked room had a musty, mildew smell nearly hiding the smell of black powder and smoke. The floor had a layer of splintered and burnt wood, shattered glass and unidentifiable chunks of rubble strewn about. Everything had a visible layer of grey dust and ash covering it, blown in from the night before.

The wind whistled in the room through the cracks, tugging at long walnut coloured hair of the room's only occupant; a woman dressed in dark clothes mostly hidden by a long black coat tied to fit her form.

She cautiously walked around the larger bits of splintered wood towards the centre of the room. She kicked bits of rubble around, scanning the room.

A flash of light caught her eye. She brushed the dirt and rubble away, hopeful, and revealed the barrel of a gun. Signing, she picked it up. It was hers, but it wasn't what she was looking for, and placed it in her empty hoister under her coat, continuing to sift through the rubble.

She winded out towards the edges from the centre, carefully scanning every broken piece.

At the doorway, a man in a grey coat similar to the woman's knocked on the frame. She looked at him and shook her head. He nodded in response. She hung her head dejectedly and proceeded towards him.

The wind blew harder through the cracks, taking some of the dust with it. Her long hair danced in front of her face. She pulled it back behind her ears.

Standing next to the man sent to get her, she took a glance back at the destroyed room. Impatiently, the man placed his hand on her shoulder to lead her away.

She complied. Warm tears trickled lightly down her wind chilled cheeks. A glint from the corner of her eyes stole her attention. Breaking free from the man's grasp, she went to where she saw the slight flash.

She knelt down, shifting through the junk. The man grabbed her upper arm. As much as it was to his displeasure, it was his job to have her return promptly, they had to go. He tugged her to her feet. She stretched her free hand to grab at the area where the sparkle came from.

When she had a handful of ash in her hand, she stopped resisting. He lead the woman out of the building, feeling much more comfortable having gotten her outside.

She opened her hand as he guided her to a car. The wind picked up the dirt and ash she had grabbed and she watched it trail from her hand, swirling away.

The woman looked back at her hand. In it remained a simple gold ring. On the inside 3 letters were inscribed. A, c, e. She curled her fingers back up around it, smiling.
Just a little practice on descriptive writing.
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