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Under flickering flame
“You were not required to
Will you step into the night and let the stars guide you
One of them swore it had twitched when it first came aboard
the drag of metal against skin as the chain settles into the hollow of a throat
Shadowed Spriglets beaded Under flickering flameIn a small crucible of copper and shadow, the tiniest conifers were laid, their needles curling as if breathing. The alchemist worked with precision, each spriglet an echo of forest memory, distilled and hardened, yet still alive with unseen currents. The ritual was of preservation of essence, of growth suspended, of the pulse of hidden groves captured in miniature. Under flickering flame, the copper glimmered like molten sap, and the spriglets
