Of burning cities, purple skies, and memories etched in silken heirlooms.
What Colour is Your Midnight?
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Hello. It’s my birthday. Exactly 17 days ago, lying awake in my bed under the weight of a darkness originating from I knew not where I had decided to start this blog. And so I begin writing to you from today, dear reader. It does go against my writing training to address you directly, which… Continue reading Hello, dear reader.
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