The Lost Leaf Necklace ghost in a circle of standing

in a circle of standing stones slick with moss

their hearts lit by crystal flame

she’s waded far enough that the sand has dropped away beneath her feet

rooted in decay and defiance

Forged in silence

The Lost Leaf Necklace ghost in a circle of standingThe Professor had always scoffed at the old tales of the eucalyptus tree in the forgotten garden at the edge of London. They spoke of it as a keeper of souls, a tree that bridged the worlds of the living and the dead. But one autumn evening, as she wandered the garden, a single golden leaf caught her eyepreserved, almost ethereal, its edges curling as if to whisper a secret. Shee picked it up, and a chill ran through her. The whispers on the wind grew