It's one minute to midnight as I type this. Yay consistency!
79. Shattered
Glass lies across the floor, the silver frame dented within the whirlwind of crushed materials a weapon in its own right. In the center of the chaos lies the broken young man Lexaeus has been looking for, the empty vessel that once held the strongest heart he knew. Now it's gone, torn from its resting place like the picture in his hands, separated into two distinct groups. "It's broken," he whispers sullenly, holding out the image, cleaved between the ones at the castle and those in the city, "I don't know how to fix it."
The seventy-ninth. Twenty-one to go.
See you in seven hours!
-Josiy x