away they went, from sun to shadow. to the secret places of the empty wood. jawahir knew where their kind liked to hide—through a winding tunnel, to the atrium where paths spoked out like the hub of an earthen wheel.
jawahir drew a breath and called with a song (or a shriek, depending who you ask) for @Anarkali.
sister, if you hear me, come.
and thereafter set to waiting.
jawahir drew a breath and called with a song (or a shriek, depending who you ask) for @Anarkali.
sister, if you hear me, come.
and thereafter set to waiting.
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