The Weight of Naming
She dreamed of a door. A real door, oak and iron, set into a hillside that did not exist on any map. In the dream, her hand reached for the handle. And every time, she woke before turning it. claila iaclaire tenebrarum
Claïla , the woman said. Light caged in bone. You were never supposed to hold it alone. The Weight of Naming She dreamed of a door