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The feathers fall. Rue closes her eyes, folds her hands over her heart, breathes, and-
The world freezes.
"No," says a voice, quiet but certain. The shadows part to show a young woman, in a fluffy blue sweater, sitting on a chair. There’s a laptop resting on her knees, and behind her is a wall of still gears. "I can’t do it."
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It is night; the crows have been tapping at the windows ( Read more... ) -
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It's dark here, in this bed of raven feathers ( Read more... ) -
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They walk off, with the jewel cupped in Mytho’s hands. Rue watches him, a fond smile slipping onto her face. A gift for someone he loves ( Read more... ) -
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Rue finds Mytho alone, outside of his practice room, and smiles. She reaches one graceful hand upwards to lie alongside his face. "Hello," she murmurs ( Read more... ) -
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Rue should get changed, and she should sleep. But instead she’s sitting on the edge of her bed, dressed for class, staring at her dresser. There’s some inertia holding her there, like if she moves…if she moves...
She never finishes the thought. There’s a noise, at her window, and she looks over, scared startled.
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Rue knows what to do when she’s left to herself. She doesn’t laugh and talk with the other girls; there's usually no point to it. She does not read, not often-there is little to interest her in any story but one.
She finds Mytho. Or if she cannot find Mytho (he is in a private class, he is sequestered in the boy’s dormitory, she is stuck in a bar ( Read more... )