Chapter 182

*Elora*

I didn’t tell anyone about the symbols at first.

They were subtle in the beginning—more like impressions than images. Faint shapes caught in the fog of early morning breath. A smear of dust on a shattered windowpane. A condensation streak curling across a water jug. Each time I looked back, they were gone. Or rather, they had always been gone. Like they were never meant to be seen for more