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The Distant Affair"You are late." The voice did not come from the room. It came from the stone. It rose from the floorboards, from the dust motes dancing in the single shaft of afternoon light, from the very air that tasted of wet wool and old blood. You stood in the hallway of the house. It was a large house. Too large. The walls seemed to lean inward, pressing against your temples. The wallpaper was peeling,...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Wistful MountainThe ink in the vial was not black, but a deep, bruised violet that seemed to absorb the light from the single candle on my desk. It was the color of a storm cloud just before it breaks, or perhaps the color of a memory that has been held too long in the hand. I watched a drop fall from the nib of my quill, a slow, deliberate descent that defied the hurried pace of the world outside. Outside,...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Wistful LetterElias woke from a dream of falling. The dream was not of height, but of depth. He was sinking into the earth, the soil soft as velvet, swallowing him whole. He opened his eyes. The air in the cell was cold and tasted of damp stone. He did not look at the bars. He looked at the wall. The wall was his. It was his skin. It was his breath. The mortar between the stones was cracked, weeping a thin...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Wistful PetalThe feast was held in the hollow of a tree that did not exist in the world I had known. It was a grand affair. Long tables of pale, translucent wood stretched into the mist. The air smelled of pine resin and old blood. I sat at the end. My hands were steady. They were always steady. That was my job. I was a soldier. Or a guard. The titles had blurred long ago. I wore a uniform of grey wool. It...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Golden OathThe rain had stopped an hour ago. The mist hung low over the river, thick as wool. I sat in the cab of the truck. My hands gripped the wheel. I did not move. The engine ticked as it cooled. I was here to arrest him. That was the order. David was my brother. He was also the target. The badge on my chest felt heavy. It pressed against my sternum. I looked at the window. My reflection stared back....0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Pale MistThe kettle whistles. It is a sharp, metallic cry that cuts through the grey silence of the kitchen. You stand still. Your hands rest on the edge of the granite counter. The stone is cold. You do not move to turn off the gas. You let it scream. The steam rises in a tight, white column. It hits the ceiling and disperses. You look at the table. A single place is set. A white plate. A fork. A...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Faded BouquetThe fire did not roar; it whispered, a dry, papery hiss that smelled of old wax and singed wool, consuming the tapestries of the Great Hall until the shadows danced in frantic, skeletal shapes against the stone walls. Thomas stood at the edge of the scorching air, his small hands tucked deep into the pockets of his father’s oversized coat, the wool heavy and damp with the sweat of his fear. He...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Distant GardenThe bell above the door of the municipal archive did not ring, but the air in the room shattered, a soundless, violent explosion that turned the dust motes dancing in the shafts of afternoon light into a swirling galaxy of grey debris, and in that instant the world that had been known as the quiet, dusty sanctuary of paper and ink ceased to exist, replaced by a void where the very concept of...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Golden CellarThe gold is heavy. It sits in my hand. A coin. Old. Cold. I look at it. The face is worn. The edges are smooth. I do not know why I have it. I bought it from Thomas. He smiled. A bad smile. He is gone now. I am in the cellar. The air is thick. It smells of damp stone. And old wine. I am the Keeper. The lowest. The most trusted. The least seen. I serve the Lord. I serve the Lady. I serve the...0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews
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