Fiction
The Elfin Spires
by D. E. Munson
Before the last of the elfin kingdom vanished from man's sight, I made my home in hilly Albion. I was a lanky, adolescent miller's son.
One clear morning I awoke in my bed with a start. Sunlight streaked through the tiny window that almost looked hewn into the outside wall of the loft where I slept. I peered through the window as I dressed, and something caught my eye. The more I stared, the better I could see the elfin spires rising in the distance. They did not appear very often. I'd dreamed about running away and exploring them even in my earliest memories...
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