The Wistful Show
The foxglove blooms in the highlands are not merely flowers, but the fingers of ghosts reaching out from the cold earth to grasp the ankles of the living, and you, Eleanor, have spent the better part of your life trying to pull those fingers off, only to realize with a sickening, visceral clarity that your own hands have long since been replaced by petals, a transformation so gradual and so...
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