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Submitted to Contest #314
Midsummer’s WhisperIt was the hottest day of the year… Even the wind had stopped moving, like it couldn’t bear the weight of the sun. Air shimmered above cracked paths, and shrines held their breath beneath soot-stained trees. The sky had curled into a brass dome, and mortals trudged beneath it like forgotten prayers—slow, quiet, too tender to break. For ten years, I had slept beneath the stone fox statue nestled in the hillside shrine. Kitsune like me don’t count time the way humans do. Our clocks are made of emotion, of memory, of grief we...
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