The Faded Frontier
The jar broke not with a sudden, violent shatter that would have sent shards flying across the polished obsidian floor of the Grand Hall, but with a slow, sickening crunch that seemed to suck the air out of the room, leaving behind a hollow silence that pressed against the eardrums like deep water. Inara stood at the center of the dais, her small hands trembling around the twisted remains of...
0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews