She placed the mirrors side by side at dusk, and held a coin between them. In the distance, a bell answered—someone’s bell, not necessarily Corren’s—warm and thin, as if truth were always a thread and sometimes a bell, and sometimes only the memory of a ring.
She placed the mirrors side by side at dusk, and held a coin between them. In the distance, a bell answered—someone’s bell, not necessarily Corren’s—warm and thin, as if truth were always a thread and sometimes a bell, and sometimes only the memory of a ring.