WRAITH IN THE WINDOW | FE3H

That day, night had fallen upon the sky like a wrathful god.

The heavens blackened to pitch, the clouds greyed into smoke; he had watched as the sun slipped down under the horizon, leaving dusk behind, and remained gazing out the window until all he could see was his reflection. He had stared for stars, looked for the moon to watch as the carriage rolled onwards for miles where the moon hung forever in place - but it was not there.

There was only himself, the large watery blue eyes of his younger self becoming somehow disquieting the longer he stared.

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Art for cover found on tumblr via @ beanefiel