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The Wistful AshesThe train hissed. Steam curled. It smelled of iron and wet wool. Elara pulled her coat tighter. The wind bit. It was a cold that lived in the bones. She stood at the platform edge. The city waited. Grey. Silent. A beast asleep. She held the box. It was small. Wood. Carved. Inside was the ash. The last of her brother. The last of the fire. The doors opened. She stepped inside. No one looked up....0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 0 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Wistful SkylineThe air in the cellar was thick, tasting of wet stone and the metallic tang of old iron. You sat on a crate of unlabelled jars, your knees drawn up to your chest, the fabric of your coat damp with condensation. It had been three days since the last time you had seen the sun. Three days since the sky had turned the color of a bruise and the wind had begun to whisper names that did not belong to...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 0 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Wistful LetterThe moth was pinned to the corkboard with a silver tack. It had been there for thirty years. Its wings were grey and brittle, the dust of a previous century settling into the crevices of its thorax. Margaret stood before it, her reflection ghosting in the darkened window behind the board. She was an old woman now, her hands trembling slightly, not from age but from the sheer weight of the...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 0 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Wistful ThroneThe willow stood at the edge of the moor, its roots deep in the black earth, its branches heavy with leaves that turned gold before the frost came. I have been watching it for three hundred years. It has not moved. It has not changed. Only the light changes. Only the wind changes. The tree stays. I was not always what I am now. I was Edward. I remember the name. I remember the weight of it in...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 0 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Distant GardenYou hold the key. It is small. It is cold. It feels like a tooth pulled from a dead dog. You do not know what it opens. You do not know why you have it. The sky is the color of a bruise. Purple. Swollen. It is breaking. The town is still. The cars are gone. The people are gone. Only the houses remain. They stand like teeth in a dry mouth. You run down Main Street. Your shoes slap against the...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 0 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Pale BannerThe hall was a cavern of stone and shadow, lit by hundreds of bees of tallow that hung from the high vaults on chains of black iron, and the air was thick with the scent of roasted boar, stale wine, and the metallic tang of fear that clings to a room where men believe they are gods, and we sat at the long table beneath the painted ceiling where the kings of old were shown riding into a sky that...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 0 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Golden HarborThe feast was a riot of salt and smoke, the air thick with the scent of roasted mutton and burning tallow. I sat at the end of the long oak table, my hands folded in my lap, watching the broth in the great cauldron bubble and hiss. The hall of the manor house was dim, lit only by the flickering fire and the candles that trembled on the silver candelabras. My brother, Thomas, sat across from me,...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 0 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Golden MazeThe feast was a roar of noise and grease. Candles guttered in the iron sconces. The air was thick. It smelled of roast pork and wet wool. It smelled of fear. Lord Aldric sat at the head of the table. He was a large man. His face was round and red. He ate with his hands. He ate with great joy. He did not look at his son. Elian sat at the far end. He was young. He was thin. His hands trembled in...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 0 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Wistful WitnessThe bell in the tower rang once. Then it stopped. Elias dropped the coffee cup. It shattered against the flagstones. Brown liquid pooled, soaking into the rough wool of his socks. He did not care. He stared up at the belfry. The great bronze bell hung silent. It should have rung for the hour. It had rung for two hundred years. It was the heartbeat of the town. It was the only thing that...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 0 Views 0 Anteprima
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