Fifty-Five Word Challenge Week 14

Rowan tread into the wood again when autumn turned to the withered shadows of winter.

Leaves the color of fire quivered under her footfalls, wafting silently with the aroma of burning cinnamon – the peculiar scent she always carried.

Rowan spread her hand beneath the ray of sunlight, knowing nothing would happen.

This time, something did.

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