It’s a stiff neck. An ache in the spine. An embedded thorn. Helena wishes it were all just a memory, but the process continues to drain her. It’s as if she’s chained to her own heart. Only shards remain.
It’s a stiff neck. An ache in the spine. An embedded thorn. Helena wishes it were all just a memory, but the process continues to drain her. It’s as if she’s chained to her own heart. Only shards remain.