Raquel raised the silver sieb. As the moonbeams passed through the delicate wire, the forest floor began to shimmer. The "chaff" of the present—the fallen leaves, the shadows, the evening dew—seemed to fall away through the holes. What remained, caught in the silver net of the sieve, was a glowing trail of footsteps from three hours prior.
Raquel raised the silver sieb. As the moonbeams passed through the delicate wire, the forest floor began to shimmer. The "chaff" of the present—the fallen leaves, the shadows, the evening dew—seemed to fall away through the holes. What remained, caught in the silver net of the sieve, was a glowing trail of footsteps from three hours prior.
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