1. Akin to the Pattern of Her Breathing
Akin to the Pattern of Her Breathing
Rain-whips lash down on rattling window panes. There's a scent of her in the room, underneath the smell of candle-smoke.
Phantoms. Escaped from his inventory of memories.
He remembers her scents in isolation. The scents that when she was alive formed an inevitable whole, akin to the pattern of her breathing.
This time it's the smell of her hair at the nape. It hurts when the memory hits. The pain makes his fingertips tingle in an echo of a touch, an echo of her skin...
The people in the City say there's more cheer in Silent Street than in the Steward's house.
He watches the window-candle refracted in rain-drops pressing their tiny faces against the window.
Perhaps in time these fragmented ghosts will unite. Form an inevitable whole - once more.
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