Harper College will be closed Monday, September 1, in observance of Labor Day.
"Keep movin', girl," a voice echoed, though there wasn't a soul in sight. It was just the wind playing tricks, or maybe the ghost of the Librarian who always told her to keep her voice down.
Her goal was the Core—the one place where the ground still held. They said if you turned the Great Key there, the pieces would fly back together like a shattered mirror finding its frame. lh11rar
She stepped off the marble onto a floating cobblestone path that knit itself together just as her foot descended. To her left, a piece of a clock tower drifted by, its gears frozen at 12:04. To her right, a garden bench held a statue of a man holding a bunch of stone roses. He looked peaceful. Elara envied the stone. "Keep movin', girl," a voice echoed, though there
"Proper story's supposed to have a hero," she whispered, the metal meeting metal with a bone-shaking thwack . "But I’ll settle for being the one who’s still standing." They said if you turned the Great Key