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Lakesedge by lyndall clipstone5/21/2023 ![]() ![]() I push the thought away, swallow it down until my mouth tastes of copper and salt. I bite back a cry at the pain, grabbing his other hand before he makes the scratches worse. I cling tight to Arien, whispering to him, “I’m here, I’m here,” not letting go even when he growls viciously and starts to claw me. The shadows are like midwinter frost against my skin, a cold that burns. Darkness pours through our clasped fingers, blotting out the moonlight. I take his hand, starting to tremble, hating myself for it but unable to stop. Then his voice changes to a drawn-out snarl. “Leta?” He calls for me again, sounding frightened. Then they build and build, until all the light is gone, and there’s only me and Arien and the gathering dark. At first they’re smoke, a haze that thickens. I move toward him as the shadows cloud over us, filling the room. He looks at me with eyes gone solid black they change when he dreams, and those blank eyes in his frightened face are so wrong. Shadows spill from his hands like unfurled ribbons, shrouding the floor with an inky mist. He calls my name and reaches out as the darkness rises through him. A hot night, airless, even with our window wide open. Curled up on my narrow bed in the small, plain room we share. I can feel them coming even before he does. All day it’s followed me, that familiar heaviness in the air. ![]() It’s been weeks, longer, since Arien’s last nightmare, but I knew they would come tonight. They find their way into my brother’s dreams. ![]()
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