Ravenbreath

The Ragged Remains: Whispered threads don’t mend truth

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She shouldn’t exist, not like this. A doll stitched by grief, a ghost sewn into cloth and buttons. Long ago, she died with her brother in cold black water. What brought them back—and why she awoke alone—remains a question too dangerous to ask. Now she wanders the Forest, arms dangling, soul flickering, clinging to the fading memory of a name once sung sweetly by her mother. When the other orphans turned cold to her, she turned cold to them. When magic answered her heartbreak, it answered too loud. She didn’t mean to hurt anyone. Not really. But the curse didn’t care. Gweena was never the same. Neither was she.