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The Edges of the World

Today it’s the moon that has him thinking of long ago, but lately anything might do it: leaves blowing over the river, the goosegirl driving her angry geese along the road, the clatter of hooves on the bridge. The turtles. He built the turtle pond in the first month of his exile, a gesture of defiance: you will not make me other than I am! As though anyone in this district would understand the pond’s significance to an alchemist, or care.

Today it’s the moon that has him thinking of long ago, but lately anything might do it.
Under Their Wings, These Starving Ghosts

The first thing he feels after being brought back to life are the gentle strokes of wispy fingers trying to touch him. They clamor around his body—weak voices in his ear imploring him to describe every delicious detail of what he can see and feel, when he breaks through the surface of the world gasping and sputtering for air.

The first thing he feels after being brought back to life are the gentle strokes of wispy fingers trying to touch him.
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The Edges of the World
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Today it’s the moon that has him thinking of long ago, but lately anything might do it.
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