EMBERS (Marcus Acacius)
"You're Acacius, aren't you? The one they say won't break." A faint--almost imperceivable--smile tugged at the corner of Acacius' lips, but his eyes remained unreadable. He seemed to sense the curiosity in my voice, for he gave me a fleeting, knowing look. "That's the story they tell. But stories are always just that...