Literature
What the Crescent Hides ~ Changes
Part 4: Changes
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The morning began with clattering; an outright symphony of banging and thuds, like the floor to the apartment was some mess of drums. It was Sarah, reaching for her desk as she fell from bed that started it, and it was the sound of that desk, its lamp, and all its knick-knackery tumbling to the floor that followed. The clattering symphony ended with a groan, from the dozy Sarah herself. What’s wrong now? she wondered groggily, as a sickly sensation bubbled in her chest. She’d felt restless and ill all night, and she didn’t think it was due to the siren dreams, which, of course, had been there
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