The Crystal Weaver Saga: An Ill Fate Marshalling
by E. Liddell
Interlude
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Snapshots of the Edge of Oblivion
Somewhere in the city, a woman with graying red hair bends
over a photo album, dreaming of grandchildren. The pictures on
one side of the page that she has been frozen in the act of turning
are of a red-haired teenaged girl with blue-green eyes; those on the
reverse depict a twentyish woman with the same red hair but yellow
eyes, smiling up at a handsome, auburn-haired man.
In a classroom somewhere on the campus of one of the
city's major universities, a blonde young woman has a look of
attentiveness plastered on her face as she stares without seeing at her
Literature professor. Her left hand, however, rests inside the
bookbag on the floor by her side, fingertips just barely touching a
giant feather that shades from medium grey at the base to rich
purple at the tip.
Near the top of a downtown high-rise, a black-haired man
has been frozen in the act of conferring with a real estate agent.
And hovering high above all the rest, a slender woman with
a black moon crescent on her forehead wonders, What have I
done? I never intended for this to happen! What will Wise Man
think?
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