"The Spire wants its dream back," he whispers, handing her a glass vial filled with amber light.
Her right leg was a marvel of carbon-fiber and stolen cathedral glass, a prosthetic that clicked a hymn when she walked. But her left leg—the one she called Sexanastasia—was a different story. It was flesh and blood, but it had a mind of its own. Leg Sexanastasia Lee
The audience applauded, thinking it avant-garde. "The Spire wants its dream back," he whispers,
By an Anonymous Chronicler of the Broken Spire "The Spire wants its dream back