whisper Beneath the silk
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ne: The Qu
se didn
or scream or claw
ply st
s of haunting-it c
melled different now-like dust that no longer carried secrets. The journals were gone. The altar beneath the
ned the
, its heather rippling in the wi
t no tug in her chest. No ache
still
somehow, w
-
warming the tattered upholstery. The child was curle
s no longe
ker, no
pre
ol
iv
r, heart caught in her
es-grey as winter ash
d. "I didn't always get it
yed pillow seam. "I wasn't just her daughter," she sa
kno
. "But you bro
voice trembling. "I
ed-soft, rea
ard and kissed
he van
scr
ist o
t g
bre
-
he library, cat
lay open, their contents meaningles
t hear h
ietly, unsure if the man who had emerged from
, startled,
d the house to
aid. "But I'm not
his steps now-no guilt dragging behind him
pens now?
he wrong
ted hi
ouse is quiet. But that doesn
it will c
But memory... memory always linger
unsure what he hoped
sking to keep the story going," s
ed for h
d just
earn how to
curved. "The
-
steps soft over the earth, the wind tuggi
ric said. "When I was young. Bef
didn'
ed. And I thought I owed it to her to
uin," Evelyn said quietly.
. "And maybe I've
ind s
ething small-a piece of fabric, frayed at the ed
ded it
id. "Not as a reli
it gently
beauty can
-
velyn dreamt
as she had once been, sitting in a garden, thr
nelt bes
s sewing someth
the corners of her eyes. "Stitching is remembering
e ones t
ially
ed for her m
as w
li
e
with tears, and the sky beyond her
-
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by the
rom the edges of the path, eyes wide w
ad-quiet,
r no longer gr
hts no longe
dows no long
nor gates for the fi
e wind pa
he ivy g
e silence
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t followed, Evel
e crimson
ne-leather-bou
f the seams
l in the g
showed not reflec
not for
r the
women who ca
or he
rd was
tence, a
like a vessel-and more like a woma
-
d Alaric in the east
en't blo
horns wer
owly, eyeing the
you were the g
replied. "But
sm
glove and anothe
rds, they work
't forg
s somethi
-
crept in so
old and cruel, wa
by m
by c
sew, but to watch the light fall through the
emem
Alaric j
mes he
at was
t came, would come
an invi
-
the locket from her
of Lilian, her face barely
ed it with so
ap of
in her own
in a
and walked to the
once shimmere
held on
ol
an
ou
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ll Alaric she
ight
nal on the windowsill, and slipped into t
f the moor, s
tood quiet
nger
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sm
walke
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