"These memories had so long been folded neatly in some drawer at the back of my mind. Now, as I unfolded them, held them up, aired them to the breeze of my words, I was so aware of their tone and smell, their colours and sounds and feelings. It

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An excerpt from Candlemoth

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"I thought how the moon would be shining on the husk that was now Aurelia. How its light would find the withered rose garden, the dead corn fields, the empty homes... Its inhabitants are now scattered but I can still feel the pull of the farm, like an invisible cord

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