Index Of: Lost [top]
Elara smiled. She touched the wood, and for the first time in centuries, the Index did not add a new line.
She pulled on her coat, took the library’s service elevator to the street, and walked to Bus Stop 14 & Elm. A woman in a gray coat sat on the bench, staring at the empty road. Her hands were empty. Her face was empty in a way that wasn’t calm—it was emptied. index of lost
“Lena?” Elara asked.
Lena Marchetti’s entry had faded to nothing. Elara smiled