June 2011
1 post
Droyssig
And in her little hands, the girl held a box. A box of seemingly no great measure or importance, however it was of fine craftsmanship and the maker had created it with great care and delicate reason. The girl also knew not from whence it came, nor from whom it came, yet she was fascinated by it nonetheless. Perhaps because it was locked with the greatest and most technical of locks that the...
