Once, they fed me silence like obedience. Sweetened it with survival. Told me I’d be safe if I stayed small. But the...
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Letter from the Ash, No. II A Stirring in the Smoke “They thought the quiet meant she had disappeared. But it was he...
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After reading the pieces, he asked: Who are you? Me?, I said. I'm just a girl. No, really. Who are you? I shrugged. I...
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When a pixie loses her wing, it’s not because of the wind or the rain. It’s from the pain caused by those she loves— ...
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