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Other Truths

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Behind the cathedral, by steps that led to the quietude of the cemetery, an apartment overlooked the dark waters of Stormwind Harbor.

Where Light, Death, and the Deep met.

The heavy brass door knocker shaped in a Kraken’s form (or was it the form of something more ancient and ominous?) had long been removed. The elaborate lock had been exchanged for something simple, something more appropriate to whoever might next occupy the space. Gone as well was the vague sense of unease, of unwelcome, that often had passers-by taking their steps just the slightest bit faster. The wards upon the entry, the others that guarded the residence from scrying eyes - were no longer present.

Not to mention some of the more... questionable items... that had once been kept within.

Past the door, beyond the stairs, the apartment itself was all but bare. The wooden floors waxed, the walls devoid of even the most carefully chosen decorations. Bookshelves and wardrobes, a painting of spires that reached high above a lush forest’s boughs, even the treasured armchair embroidered in red and gold.

All had been removed.

Only a bottle of voidblend on the counter remained, and two sisters left to regard the empty shell of two years with glasses in hand.

“Last chance, Seraa. You sure?” Annadia took a healthy swig from her wineglass. She pursed her lips after swallowing, glaring wordlessly at the dark contents.

Seraanna’s sip was more leisurely, yet no less deep. There was faint melancholy in her eyes as she looked about the empty space.

“This has been a pleasing truth of... its time, and there is no portion of the path traveled that fully carries my regret,” she mused. “The Harbor, the House, the Hall. Whether brief or long, all have... made their contribution and been embraced in turn. But their truths are not what make... this choice.”

Seraa held up her glass, considering the liquid within. Filled with the dark between the stars. “Shadow seeks all paths and embraces them as truth, Annadia. Yet it does not require that all... truths be palatable. Some truths require distance, and this I shall... take. And for all the exquisite... distractions that remain, the butterflies and serpents left behind, there are yet other paths. Shapes yet unformed, limned in the foxfire of... myriad truths.”

Annadia snorted. “Fuck ‘em. Fuck all this lot. And any still in this shithole of a city.”

“...no.” Seraanna slowly shook her head, dark tousled hair shifting with the motion. “Do not judge... their truth. It is neither yours nor... mine. But for me, I will seek elsewhere. And perhaps find,” she offered a faded smirk, taking another small sip from her glass, “a truth warmed by crimson... flame. What is Shadow without Light to cast it, sister? And a coruscating... flame casts more than a single Truth by its... dancing shape.”

“Anyone else,” the sin’dorei muttered, “I’d say something about moths. But you? She better guard that flame.”

“The foxfire thrives... amidst Shadow.” A final sip and Seraanna left her empty glass on the counter next to the half-full bottle of voidblend. “A gift, for whomsoever finds this place. It is time... we took our leave, sister.”

Annadia tossed back the last of the voidblend, grimacing at the taste as she placed her glass next to Seraa’s. “You know, back when I was ah, training, in Murder Row? There was one guy that went out on his own after he’d passed his trials. The rest of us were just, ‘You’re made - why are you leaving?’ And I still remember what he said. ‘There’s other things out there. I can always come back if I don’t like it, if it doesn’t work out. But if I don’t go? I can’t ever come back.’”

A cant to Seraanna’s head as she peered at the sin’dorei rogue. “Always my... dearest sister, feigning the shallows yet surprising in her depths.”

“Don’t tell anyone, huh?” Anna offered a crooked arm. “Come on, let’s go.”

“...yes. To other... truths.”

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HUIT ANS APRÈS, DO MAKE SAY THINK EST DE RETOUR. EXTRAITS DU NOUVEL ALBUM.

Pendant post rock de Broken Social Scene avec qui il partage certains de ses musiciens, Do Make Say Think signe son retour, huit ans après son dernier album ‘Other Truths‘. Intitulée ‘Stubborn Persistent Illusions’ et inspirée d’un poème bouddhiste, cette nouvelle salve verra le jour le 19 mai par l’intermédiaire de Constellation Records, évidemment. ‘Bound’ et ‘And Boundless’, deux premiers extraits mis bout à bout parmi les neuf titres du disque, ainsi que ‘Her Eyes on the Horizon’ s’écoutent ci-dessous.

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