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The Distant WhispersThe dream began, as it always did, in the suffocating amber light of the conservatory, where the air was so thick with the scent of crushed jasmine and rotting peat that I felt my lungs filling not with breath but with a heavy, wet sludge that tasted of copper and old blood. I was standing before the great glass doors, my fingers tracing the cold condensation that beaded on the surface like the...0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews
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The Pale VerdictThe fever had a taste, like copper and old rain, and it sat on my tongue as I dreamed of the river. In the dream, the water was not water but a sheet of hammered silver, cold and bright, stretching out to a horizon that did not exist. I stood upon it, my boots sinking not into mud but into the metal itself, and my father stood opposite, his face blurred by a mist that smelled of lavender and...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Golden VisitThe train had already pulled away when Elara realized that the platform was no longer empty, but rather crowded with the silent, grey figures of her past selves, standing in rows like statues carved from the damp fog of the morning. They did not move; they did not speak; they simply watched her with eyes that were hollowed out by years of accumulated expectation, their hands resting on the...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Faded FrequencyThe rain lashed against the high, narrow windows of the guard tower, a rhythmic, percussive assault that seemed to vibrate through the very stones of the keep, a relentless drumming that underscored the heavy, suffocating silence of the room where Captain Elias Thorne sat, his hands resting on the cold iron of his sword hilt, his eyes fixed on the figure standing before him with a mixture of...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Distant CrownThe rain hit the mud like a hammer. Warden Hale stood on the ridge. His coat was wet. The wool was heavy. It dragged at his shoulders. He did not care. He watched the valley below. The fog was thick. It swallowed the trees. It swallowed the road. It swallowed everything. He held the iron staff. The wood was black. It was old. It was worn. The metal head was dull. It had lost its shine years...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Distant JokeThe dream was of teeth. Mara woke with a metallic taste in her mouth. The ceiling fan spun. It cut the air into thin, slicing ribbons. She lay still. The sheets were damp. Her hand trembled. She touched her lip. It was broken. A small cut. Fresh. Red. She sat up. The room was cold. The apartment was small. It was a box in the city. Concrete and glass. The view was of other boxes. Other lives....0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Faded Masquerade"You're late." "Traffic." "Traffic in the Palace? You mean the congestion of souls." Elias Vane checked his pocket watch. The hands were stuck at twelve. He tapped the glass. It didn't move. He was standing in the antechamber of the High Council, a room that smelled of ozone and old parchment. The walls were not made of stone, but of compressed whispers. They hummed against his ears, a...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Distant JokeThe mirror in the ante-chamber of King Aldric’s palace did not reflect the room, but the deep, churning water of a lake that had no shore, and I stood before it for three days, watching my own face dissolve into the ripples, until the glass cracked down the middle with a sound like a bone snapping, leaving me holding nothing but a shard of cold silver in my bleeding palm, while the court...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Wistful VoyageThe tower stood. It had stood for a hundred years. It would stand for a hundred more. Leo looked up. He was twelve. His shoes were muddy. "Is it magic?" he asked. Old Man Silas shook his head. Silas was the castle’s keeper. He wore a coat that smelled of damp wool and old paper. "No," Silas said. "It is stone. Stone does not care if you are a king or a rat." Leo frowned. He did not want stone....0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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