The Blacksmith
Tales from the Graveyard, Pt. 1
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My name is Ainsley. I live among the dead. Meet Ainsley. Ainsley lives alone, and she likes it that way. Ainsley has some secrets. Dark secrets. Sometimes, Ainsley feels like the Blacksmith is the only one who will ever understand her. The Blacksmith resides in the graveyard in her garden. You see, Ainsley's heart was broken long ago, and now it's dead. As dead as the Blacksmith's. They belong together. Then there's Sam: sweet, loving Sam. Ainsley was abandoned by anyone she ever loved, but Sam has always been there. If her heart weren't already dead, Ainsley might even say she loved him. Not ...
My name is Ainsley. I live among the dead. Meet Ainsley. Ainsley lives alone, and she likes it that way. Ainsley has some secrets. Dark secrets. Sometimes, Ainsley feels like the Blacksmith is the only one who will ever understand her. The Blacksmith resides in the graveyard in her garden. You see, Ainsley's heart was broken long ago, and now it's dead. As dead as the Blacksmith's. They belong together. Then there's Sam: sweet, loving Sam. Ainsley was abandoned by anyone she ever loved, but Sam has always been there. If her heart weren't already dead, Ainsley might even say she loved him. Not even Sam knows the depth's of Ainsley's darkness...and lately, she's come very, very close to revealing it to him. But the Blacksmith says no. And what the Blacksmith says, goes.
