The Invisible Torch

Olive was an olympian, and tired legs wouldn't stop her. Soon she was making her way down a quiet back streetit was barely wide enough for two people to pass each other, going in opposite directions. Olive liked this particular street because of the way it wound back and forth between tall white buildings with stunning views of the sea. Being situated on a steep island meant that many of the streets here skirted the outer wall of a residential terrace or shop. It felt to olive as though she were walking on a long balcony that wrpped around the edge of the world. When the street veered inwards, the sounds of birds and water were muffled by towering stone

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