Sep 9, 2024
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I am learning again to live with scars (hoping this time, you'll walk it with me)
Chapter 16
The place was a construct of dream, but it looked the same as the real White Palace, down to every small detail. It was hushed, however, too silent—as if the place was dead. Something akin to unease skittered under Hallow’s shell. Ghost allowed them and Dawn three seconds of staring around before they started walking.