"The rod is loose, Rafian," she said, her voice trembling but steady enough. "If I lean any further, gravity does the work."
Ahead of him, balancing on the rusted remains of a lightning rod, was Elara. She was the model, the muse, and the focal point of his latest series. She wore a gown of white silk that whipped violently in the wind, a stark, ghostly contrast to the rusted iron and dark stone. She looked like an angel trying to escape the mountain. rafian at the edge 36 updated
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