The Distant Affair
Elara woke with the taste of ash in her mouth, a dry, metallic residue that clung to the back of her throat like a secret she could not spit out. The dream had been vivid, a recurring nightmare of white birds with hollow eyes, their feathers shedding not down but tiny, rusted nails. She sat up in the narrow bed, the wooden frame groaning under the weight of the night air, and looked at the...
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