O With Line Through It Novels & Stories

That was when I saw it. A circle burned into the ground. Not fire. Not fresh. Old - older than the clash at the summit - but bright still, as if the soil remembered being hot. The ring was as wide as a house. In its center, a symbol had been cut so deep the dirt could not forget it: a crown with three prongs, broken in the middle, the break stitched with a crooked line of smaller cuts. Kael’s voice was flat. “He’s marking his path.”

Three words and a low-resolution image file. still here. thinking of you. The image was a grainy photograph of the limestone arch above the eastern gate of the Solaria Institute of Technology. In the upper left corner, a specific, zigzagging fracture ran through the stone, shaped exactly like the delta of the Oakhaven canal system.