"The fire signified. It Meant. As did the shadows of the birds on the moor, as did the rain's calligraphies. If she looked a little away, a little beyond, with eyes unfocused, the meanings were there, uncertain, darting, erasing and rewriting themselves. Every flicker on Mordaunt's face and upon Aurienne's skin unveiled a bit of their story: hate and tenderness, romance and folly, push and pull, something [...]
— Jul 16, 2026 12:32PM
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