The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"
Joined March 2025
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Run your fingers along the frayed edges of history—here lie suppressed sonnets, banished ballads, love letters sealed by time. Feel the weight of prose too exquisite to survive. These words outlived their authors. Unfold them.
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Beneath the Raven’s Wings
The Raven’s Kiss The first time I saw her, she was standing at the edge of the Wood, where the mist curled like phantom fingers around the ancient oaks. Her gown was the color of a moonless night, her lips darker than spilled wine. She did not speak—only smiled, and in that smile, I felt the weight of centuries.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"8 months ago in Fiction
