The Pale Fracture

added blog Literature

2026-08-20 14:44:27 -

The Pale Fracture

The glass shattered. Not the window. The locket. Mara stood in the grey light. The dust hung still. Thick. Like snow that would not melt. She looked at the two halves. They lay on the floor. White enamel. Cracked. A hairline fracture ran through the center. It split the portrait of Elias. She picked up the left piece. It was warm. Mara is the keeper. The town of Oakhaven sleeps. The fog rolls...

0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews