When stories end

“Perhaps,” the girl said. “There is always a moment when stories end, a moment when everything is blue and black and silent, and the teller does not want to believe it’s over, and the listener does not, and so they both hold their breath and hope fervently as pilgrims that it is not over, that there are more tales to come … But no breath can be held forever, and all tales end. … Even mine.”

The Orphan’s Tale: In the Cities of Coin and Spice, by Catherynne M. Valente

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