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The house had only been closed up for a month and the air was already stale. Dust danced in sunbeams that lanced in where the old drapes didn't quite meet. Maybe it was the house. It was generations old after all, as vague a measure as that was, and the old plaster may have simply begun to dissolve. He remembered helping to gut one of the walls ( Read more... )

The bard sat in her accustomed place, at the edge of the great marble staircase. Many considered her to be a fixture of the ancient necropolis, as much as the great stone lions that some forgotten monarch had placed at its gates. She had been there long enough to acquire a myriad of legends-- that she never spoke, but made her desires known in ( Read more... )

It's been months, though it feels like years.  The anxiety is back, the feeling of guilt for having wasted so much time, so many excuses for not having done something I profess to love, and claim to be a part of my identity.  It... wouldn't be the only thing I've kept repressed like that ( Read more... )