Thought I knew the way it softened in hurried moments and returned when the world was quiet.
After my parents died, after I lost Elan. In that last, terrible moment when the shadows closed in, I heard her voice as she demanded he take her, alive, to the world Below. Held her in my arms as the poison claimed her, as she spilled her blood beneath the dual altar and called to the Lord Under. I watched Violeta Graceling-the girl I love-vanish into the dark. All remnants of the destruction I caused when I became a monster. Deep wounds torn across the ground that look like they were made by claws. Earth cut up, a fallen tree skeletal in the moonlight. Dark as ink, dark as the Corruption that stained the shore, dark as the poison that filled my veins. Illuminating the blackened streaks that still mar the wooden icon frame, turning the Lady to a shadowed shroud. In the altar beneath the jacaranda tree, at the center of the lawn, a single candle has been lit.
The trees are hung with leaves that are dying or dead. Cold glass, moonlight on the locked garden below. Pause at the landing and look down through the arched window. And though I was spared, all still feels ruined.
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