Caliross Guide

She tilted her head, and her eyes caught the light, and for a moment Elara saw not a child but a vessel—a thin, fragile thing, filled to the brim with something vast and patient.

You are the last.

A statue, she thought at first—gray, life-sized, frozen mid-stride. But the clothes were real. Faded wool trousers, a linen shirt gone yellow with age. The face was what stopped her heart. caliross