The Song Beneath the Sky

ked differen

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hick with things that had names in languages forgotten. Streetlight

l like a thread in a tapest

the feather, a flashlight, and a notebook she never let anyone see.

, crusted with ivy and graffiti prayers - Save Us,

eat

handle. No window. Just the sound of humm

cket and pressed the fe

ope

-

elled like cinnam

he spine of a serpent made of stone. Candles lined the walls, some flick

bottom:

ot from speakers. N

peo

robes, faces hidden, mouths open. Each person sang a differen

t all stood the ma

ike calligraphy down his arms - notes, runes, names.

ed into the light,

d up. "Y

hing in her throat itched, like a

u're late. The dying

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ward, offered

ning

lver, s

e against the st

s shuddered as thoug

ropped to

- all of i

n, whispered

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ear t

at they're

voice cracking.

- and the candl

-

ought itself normal, clocks sto

iled but cau

ied for n

away, turned his face to the ea

the Guild of the Hollow

e, with her