The Counting Chain fairy this bracelet echoes the splendour

this bracelet echoes the splendour of a monarch swallowed by myth

This necklace embodies her power—graceful

plucked from the mossy earth beneath the ancient trees

Copper adheres first to the outermost ridges

Where others would have crumbled to ash

The Counting Chain fairy this bracelet echoes the splendourThe doors never quite shut anymore, so the night found its way in without asking. Orin came late, when the streets had thinned out and the chapel stood in that in between state of being neither used nor abandoned. He took the necklace from its hook by the entrance, turning it once in his hands before wrapping it loosely around his fingers, the red beads catching the light as they shifted. He didnt rush it. The first bead pressed beneath his thumb, and