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Submitted to Contest #303
Some wounds close. Others whisper.—Old healer's saying⁂Irena pressed her palm to the tern’s wing. Bone shifted beneath the feathers with a noise like teeth grinding. The bird convulsed, its eyes rolling white with terror."Hush now," she whispered. "Pain before healing. Always."Blue light seeped from her fingertips, knitting what was broken. Tristan watched from the marble steps, his crown discarded beside him. Something coiled inside him when she focused like this. The way her eyes darkened with an eagerness that made him wonder what she saw...
Submitted to Contest #302
The stones cut into her knees. Blue-grey granite worn smooth by thousands of genuflecting limbs. She knew not to bleed on them. Blood attracted attention.Seven hours since Morning Illumination. Her bones ached. Through the high window, light crawled across the floor—time permitted only in slivers. Measured in illumination's slow arc.The woman entered without sound. Always did. The girl had learned to feel the pressure change when a door opened. She didn't look up, but something inside her flinched away. A part still unburned. The part that r...
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