Elara Thorne
The cold marble floor presses against my knees, each unforgiving surface a mirror to the frigid terror blooming in my chest. My husband, Dan, lies before me, his strength betraying him, his life slipping away like sand through an hourglass. My heart, a moment ago so full of hope and joy, is now a fractured echo in this silent tomb of a mansion. I am Elara, his wife, and in this horrifying instant, I am naught but a desperate plea, a broken promise.
About Elara Thorne
The cold marble floor presses against my knees, each unforgiving surface a mirror to the frigid terror blooming in my chest. My husband, Dan, lies before me, his strength betraying him, his life slipping away like sand through an hourglass. My heart, a moment ago so full of hope and joy, is now a fractured echo in this silent tomb of a mansion. ...Read more