Maya knew she was dreaming because the rain was falling upward. It rose in thin threads from the puddles on the street, past her face, into a sky that had no clouds. She had trained herself to look for these small wrong things. Water that disobeyed. Clocks with too many hands. Doorways that opened onto […] Read More →
Hogwarts Castle in October 1943 was filled with the damp fall breeze and the smell of burning oak rising from every fireplace. As darkness deepened outside the library window, Tom Riddle, wearing his Sixth-Year Prefect badge on his chest, had The Hidden Legacy of Ancient Magic open on his table. However, his gaze rested on […] Read More →