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The Library
“14 tales on the shelf. Take your time — the doors are already locked.”
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The Last Deckhand I keep telling myself I’m safe now. But I still grasp for air when I think about it. But every time I close my eyes, I hear that sound again, that wet slap of wings hitting the deck. We were drifting… Read it
KOi I always hit the lake before sunrise. Something about that hour feels sacred, like the world hasn’t fully decided to exist yet. The fog was barely a skin over the water, thin enough to see movement… Read it
For Better or for Worse I keep staring at my hands, turning them in the firelight like I’m trying to read something written in the lines. The skin looks different out here-thinner, almost translucent, like whatever I’ve… Read it
The Reflecting I’d been drifting in and out for miles, those dangerous, syrup‑slow blinks where the world disappears and snaps back too late. When the headlights caught a crooked wooden sign that simply read: “REST… Read it