MLMM Story Starter

Marly hesitantly touched the wall, feeling the encrusted wet mud and knew that sooner or later there would be water filling up this space again. She picked up her long skirt and hurriedly stepped toward the light. It was a small illumination, and oddly pink. This is a dream she thought, but it felt real. If it was a dream, she almost laughed, I wouldn’t be wearing galoshes!


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