Tweet Forcing my eyes to open, I found myself outside the Cradlehack. I was standing in Faris's arms, my head against his chest, my fingers entwined in his black vest. It was a smooth fabric that felt like silk. A cloth no one had worn outside of ceremonies since before the Tidal Years. This boy … 
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        Published on December 06, 2011 01:00