83 ~ Desdemona

Desdemona woke from her sleep with a gasp, clutching at her heart.

The organ twisted in pain, feeling a phantom knife miles away.

She closed her eyes, tears running down her face. She knew, already, what was happening on the other side of Athering, for all that she resided in Nighttide with her Lady now. She could feel it as closely as her sheets and blanket.

She fell back down to her bed and let the tears come, sobbing out her denial and anguish.

Hope. No!


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