Fallen Crescent celestial the necklace drapes like a

the necklace drapes like a river of night itself

the night itself holds its breath

but a quiet figure in worn leather

just slightly

They never used the gate

Fallen Crescent celestial the necklace drapes like aMara should have gone home when the last lantern burned out, but she stayed in the courtyard, leaning against the cold stone well and watching the sky. The moon had dipped lower than usual, caught for a moment between the rooftops as if it had misjudged its own path. It hung there long enough for her to think it might not move again. She reached up without thinking. The air felt different, heavier, like water before a storm. When her fingers closed,