Most kids feared the sunset because of the stories. They said that when the sun dipped low, the light fractured. They said that inside those beams of dying gold lived the Sunset Fairies. They weren’t the dainty, winged creatures from picture books that left coins under pillows. These were the weavers of the gloom. They didn’t have names; they had purposes. Some were tasked with painting the clouds, and others with stealing the warmth from the air.
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