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trip through the light with me
[https://archiveofourown.org/works/17394155] - - public:opalsong
In the center of the spring is a listing signpost, one of several long since faded into incomprehensibility. If there were directions there, Tsume can't see any trace of them, but there's an angel perched atop the signpost, wide white wings sending feathers drifting across the breeze.
