Fire-everywhere. All I see is that fire burning mercilessly a house which I have no idea to whom it belongs... Yet I find myself crying, sobbing even when I wake; too weak to move. This nightmare kept on haunting me ever since I went back home here in Catbalogan. Elliott gave me one strange vial. At first, I thought it's just one of his sweet-nothings with an ordinary breakable vial. Only to find out that the message in this fragile glass can be the one that could break me. ••••×∅ו••• Cover design by ellejaune Copyright © 2016 by ellejaune Copyright © 2017 by ellejaune ••••×∅ו••• #38 in Historical Fiction 05/27/17 #44 in Historical Fiction 05/25/17 #165 in Historical Fiction 10/30/16 #49 in Historical Fiction 10/19/16 #394 in Historical Fiction 02/21/15 #646 in Historical Fiction 05/26/15