My vision fluttered.Īnd then a flurry of voices. I tried to pull back, but searing pain wrenched my breath away. The room spun with fire and shadows, flesh and faces. My skin was on fire, burning, stinging, wet with heat. The comfort of darkness was stripped away again. When I was halfway between one world and another, a moment of clarity broke through. The terrible brightness flashing, stabbing, and finally ebbing when I could take no more.ĭarkness again. Cold and bright and sharp.Ī broad hard chest, frosty breaths when my eyes rolled open, a voice that kept pulling the blanket away, pain bearing down, so numbing I couldn’t breathe. Deep colors swirled a sprinkling of stars turned purple the edges of the moon dissolved like wet sugar into black sky the darkness deepened. Was it the Festival of Deliverance already? Aster called out to me, Don’t tarry now, Miz. Just beyond them, Aster twirled to music I couldn’t quite hear, and her long hair flowed past her shoulders. Only a sliver of golden moon shone in the liquid dark, floating, rocking, always moving, always out of my reach. I sank deeper, searching for its comfort. It made me forget the world I was in and invited me to dream of another. It had always been my refuge, my place of escape, whether I was sneaking onto a rooftop lit only by the stars or down a midnight alley to be with my brothers.
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