The Distant Affair
The cry came from the mud, wet and tearing, before the light did. "Elara!" It was not a summons of welcome, but a shriek of alarm, pitched high enough to scatter the roosters from their perches and send the heavy, rain-slicked silence of the farmyard into a sudden, violent flutter. Elara woke not to the sound of her own name, but to the crushing weight of her own left arm, which had fused...
0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews