Glass smiles. “If I could feel anything, it would be fascination.”
"...Any one of my memories could be a fabrication. Even meeting you here..."
Water exhales a breath of fog into the bay. From the top of the lighthouse, Glass stares off into the distance, illuminating sleeping sailors of bone and ash. For centuries, they had been preserved over their frozen vessels; how and when they reached the secluded fjord is still a mystery to her. The world beyond … Continue reading My Glass Heart
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