The Sight of Janek
The fever rattled Janek’s bones. Not the heat, though that clung like wet wool, but the *seeing*. It began with soot. The way it swirled from the flues, settling not as darkness, but as… shapes. Patterns. Like the butcher’s tally…
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Beneath the Lantern Light
Under an ink-black sky scattered with stars, Lily sat perched atop the park’s iron bench. Her heart danced like the flames of lanterns strung above her. This was a secret gathering of love-lorn poets, where hearts beat rhythmically beneath their…