Over my husband’s shoulder I see something tiny perched on the box’s rim. From its darkness has crawled a creature like I’ve never seen, winged and beautiful and fragile as a cobweb. It flies to me and its touch as it lands on my ear is light as the warmth of sunlight. Then it is gone, its small wings propelling it out the shattered window, into the shattered world. It will be crushed, I think anxiously. It will be destroyed by those other horrors. Killed even by breathing the same foul air that they do. But then Theus looks at me, and I see the light of that bright, tiny creature within his eyes. And in joy, I laugh.
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