Author: Jayce Ran
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I stand in the glass where the daylight shiversPolishing courage along my skinFolly waits by the door like weatherTrying to storm its way back in I dress in patience thread by threadLace my calm where my heartbeat sitsDiscourtesy knocks with…
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A tiny spark slips under the doorCalling her sisters like storms to the shoreOne little shadow can summon a crowdThreading the silence, unraveling loudSo hush when the small wrong wanders nearHer older kin are always here Every quiet tremor learnsThe…
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The world holds its breath for the ones who walk gently,weavers of warm mornings, fixers of torn hours.Love doesn’t rise on its own, someone warms the bowl,someone kneads the moment till the daylight flowers. Admiration is a lantern, but goodwill…
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Hush now, traveler, the doorway widens,a hollow carved by heavier hands.Great voices linger inside its ribcage,their echoes pacing like caged demands.A warning hangs in the dust-lit archway:enter only if you’re willing to grow taller than the ghosts. Beware the gap…where…
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Chapter 10: Worry Not Apricot twisted beneath her blankets. Midnight lay silent, but whispers crept through the plaster, soft and damp and patient, threading along the walls and flickering in time with the red blink of her alarm. Something else…
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Chapter 9: Trial By Fire Apricot pushed through the automatic doors and the store’s noise cut off behind her like a sealed room. The parking lot lay mostly empty, a few cars scattered among oil puddles that caught the neon…
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Chapter 8: Midnight Blues A single streetlamp buzzed overhead, its filament spitting a weak yellow pulse. Beneath it, something shuddered. It was almost a man, but the form sagged and quivered as though struggling to remember the shape it should…
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Chapter 7: Collateral The corridor ended at a doorway hanging crooked on half-shorn hinges. Cap nudged her through. The bank’s grand lobby had been gutted. Plaster dust drifted in slow sheets through the pulse of the orange alarm light. Cracks…
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Chapter 6: Hello The explosion reached her as sound and then as force. A concussive boom tore through the tunnel, shaking loose grit that rained into Apricot’s hair. The lights spasmed twice and died. Darkness swallowed everything except thin ribbons…
