The Flute

Part twenty-one of Misplaced Fire Dinah picked up the flute from the table. Originally plain wood, she had decorated it in different styles during different eras to reflect the changes in herself. The current iteration was characterized by feathers hanging on black string. She pointed the flute at Nesrin, Isabelle, and Jason. “Whoever moved it,... Continue Reading →

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