The Faded Apartment

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The hawk was dead in the mud, its wings pinned open like the sails of a broken ship. Elara stood at the edge of the ditch, her boots sinking into the slurry of October rain, and watched the feathers ruffle in the wind. They were iridescent, shifting from black to a bruised, violent violet. She had been walking for three days. The map in her pocket was a crumpled thing, stained with sweat and...

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