Rummage: The First Fracture

The Bureau doors slammed shut behind them with a hollow, metallic thud. The cold March air washed over the three of them, but Vincent couldn’t tell if it was the weather… or the unease that always seemed to radiate from his daughters. The twins did not blink. They did not shift. They simply stood in the lamplight like shadows that had forgotten how to move. The post Rummage: The First Fracture…