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Part Six
It was the same as it had been nearly fifty years earlier, with perhaps a new coat of white wash on some fences, different children, children of children of children that ran through the streets that Medowin had walked some … Continue reading
Dreampad
Metal. He could taste it on the back of his tongue, a dull knife’s blade of copper pressing down, making him swallow, making him wince. Awake. He needed to be awake. He gritted his teeth and frowned, struggling to try … Continue reading
Part Five
After a meal, a wash, and settling in to fresh sheets, Laila was certain that she would sleep quite soundly. It was not to be; she could hear the voice of Nine Trees, and no matter how she turned and … Continue reading
Part Four
Laila’s face, weathered and sun-cheeked as it was, held a certain sort of beauty in its amazement and confusion, as she stared at Nine Trees. She couldn’t help but open her mouth a few times as though to speak, and … Continue reading
Part Three
Laila wiped coarse sugar from her fingers and stared at the stranger with a disapproving frown as he stood out in the yard of her cottage, splitting wood. He hummed as he worked, and the axe split each piece with … Continue reading