January Was an Office

January Was an Office

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If you wake in a world almost your own, you've arrived in the spaces which exist parallel to it. The months are not markers of time, but alive and watching. Each has its own rules, its principles, its hungers. Your memories are a currency here. Obey what you cannot understand, and you may endure. Falter, and the months will write your ending for you . . . January watches, silent and wide February hums, close behind March stretches its fingers into unseen corners April folds itself around the edges of thought May shivers, bright and fleeting June leans, heavy with heat July burns and blinks, restless August sighs, carrying whispers of what was lost September twists, half-hidden in shadow October tilts, unsure November hums with quiet storms December waits for you . . .
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#𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 ✦ 𝐀 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𓂃⋆.˚ She was light-too blinding, too pure for a man like him. He was darkness-cursed, dangerous, and utterly obsessed. He was a man of power, feared and worshipped in the same breath, ruling over the world of shadows where morality was a myth and sin was the only language spoken. Love? That was for the weak. He didn't do love. He didn't believe in innocence. Until her. She was untouched by the darkness he thrived in-a vision of purity, a forbidden fruit he had no right to crave. But the devil had never been one to deny himself temptation. And she... she was his greatest one. She should have run. He told her to. Instead, she stayed, unaware that the moment she stepped into his world, she became his. His to ruin. His to cherish. His purest sin. And now, even if heaven came calling-he'd rather burn than let her go.

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