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Our story is titled What Remains, the Echoes of a Flute Song and is by Alexandra Sidel.

Alexandra Sidel writes stories that often turn out darker than she thought unless they turn out funnier than she thought.

As Alexa Piper, she writes very queer paranormal romance books which have been rumored to make people laugh out loud in public.

Such rumors please this author.

So my dear listener, I hope you can sit back, relax, and let me tell you a story.

The flottest peered over the ridge ahead of them.

Reads in the shearous cloth of fog, a city rotted. It was not a big city, maybe a town, maybe a village.

The flottest was not of that age of plenty where plentiful things had names and could be easily recognized by all.

They were unaccustomed to such things. The city lay ahead in its bone ash sleep, but there was no need to pass through it.

There was never a need to move forward.

And yet the flottest pulled out their flute and it was old and had not always belonged to them.

It was cut from paleist ivory. The green, then as blades of spring grass, they found a tune.

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