By IMERPUS RELUR
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child approached him.
Wide-eyed.
Barefoot.
Bleeding ink.
"Who are you?" Imer asked.
The child said nothing.
Just held up a mirror.
Inside it—
Imer saw his childhood,
clutching a dream
too sharp to sleep with.
He kneeled.
The child kissed his forehead
and walked away.
> Leaving behind
a single feather.