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“…hills ranged, broken by two staggered ridges, then falling faintly lower as they reached out toward the horizon. A far lake sparkled silver in the distance, edged with looming dark shapes…
The air held a scent, like cinnamon and sour milk, over the freshness of departed rain. The tent beside Rowan wafted up a miasma of must and goat. Somewhere someone was roasting meat.”
— Sep 04, 2025 10:51AM
The air held a scent, like cinnamon and sour milk, over the freshness of departed rain. The tent beside Rowan wafted up a miasma of must and goat. Somewhere someone was roasting meat.”
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Sarah Connell
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“The world was a swirl of red and brown, shifting and shuddering, and the air was awash with sound: an endless hissing and a patternless pattering chatter that filled her ears completely and overflowed, taking up residence in her buzzing skull. …
She came to a stop like a ship at sea and turned into the wind, sails luffing. She rocked against nonexistent swells.”
— Sep 04, 2025 11:09AM
She came to a stop like a ship at sea and turned into the wind, sails luffing. She rocked against nonexistent swells.”
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“The silence…seemed endless, holding within it all the time needed for the mind to reach across the wide world, across time and history. She felt empty, but not diminished, as if all that lay in her heart had left her body to become water, sky, the air itself.”
— Sep 04, 2024 03:00PM
