The Distant Promise

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The rain did not fall here; it ascended. I watched it rise from the black, still water of the lagoon, thin silver threads pulling upward into a sky the color of bruised plum. My hands were wet. Not with rain, but with the sap of the thing I was holding. It was a bird, or it had been. Now it was a lattice of glass feathers and bone, frozen mid-shriek. "Let go, Thomas," said Elara. Her voice was...

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