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She came to me in a dream. At first, there was only silence. The kind of silence that weighs heavy on the ribs...

The air tasted of ashes. A veil of mist settled over the memories, blurring their edges, tearing them apart until they were nothing ...

The night whispers its stories to me. Myths, legends, and other creatures—they lurk between the lines of old books, in the shadows of...