The wood wailed as fire spread across the now empty deck of the Lost Blonde. It had finally reached the end of it's long journey. A memento of her mother, the ship had been Matilda's cradle and home; now, she was ready to leave it and etch out her own destiny. As she stood there smiling, the Lost Blonde that had flown over many a desert disappeared into the sands of its final resting place.
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