Scent of the Arc-Alpha

Archives of History

[KAELIA BRYNN HALLOWAY]

The morning begins not with the gentle waking of dawn, but with an icy draft cutting across my bare skin and a sharp, thumping ache behind my temples. My eyelids flutter open, fighting against the lingering fog of an exhausted sleep. The first thing my adjusting vision registers is the heavy velvet drapes. They are billowing inward from an unlatched st