The world rolled on by unnoticed as Zene sat in the back of a wagon. Images of horrible atrocities jumped out of the pages. She felt sick to her stomach. The sleeve of her jacket ran over her eyes to dry them.
The world rolled on by unnoticed as Zene sat in the back of a wagon. Images of horrible atrocities jumped out of the pages. She felt sick to her stomach. The sleeve of her jacket ran over her eyes to dry them.
Inscriptions from the Heart 