Feathery song

1. The story I’m about to tell, is much like that of Beast and Belle, except in mine she was the bête who made all those who saw her sweat. So take your drinks and gather round, and hush – make not another sound but listen to the tale of old remained, until tonight, untold. … Continue reading

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The envelope

[…] and it so happened, that day and at that hour there was not a single person on the street where Anna lived. She was walking fast towards her place, with a certain inner shiver fulgurating through her veins, for which she blamed courageously the late autumn wind – after all, it kept blowing and … Continue reading

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