[right][h2][color=#8493ca]Caught in a Snare[/color][/h2]
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[color=#808080]Damien's mother's brow furrows at his words, then releases, her face opening into a smile.

[i]"Thank you. You're very sweet to say that."[/i] Her eyes trace his face, holding a love that outlives her memory of it. [i]"If you were my son, I'd be very proud of you."[/i] 

Turning toward the barrier, she places both hands on the vines and pushes them aside like a curtain, steps through the gap she has made, and is gone, taking the smell of lavender with her.[/color]