Aodains |work| ★

The next morning, Elara stood at the edge of Thornwell’s northern cliff. The village slept below, its lanterns like fallen stars. She watched as a single pebble—dislodged by nothing, by everything—began to roll. Then another. Then a groan deep as a dying whale.

“Aodain. Aodain. The space between is not empty.” aodains

Thornwell woke to dust and confusion, but not to mourning. The next morning, Elara stood at the edge