Prose

Prose is a slow revelation, a thread between what is and what barely isn't. The pieces gathered here strain into odd shapes—some are glimpses, others unfurl with slow intent.

Within these words, characters shift, rooms breathe, and things we recognize take odd shapes. A door is ajar, a figure waits, and something watches from the periphery.

Step in. The story is already inside.

(Stories That Grow in the Dark)

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