The Last Keeper

The storm came in sideways that night, the way it always did before something changed. Mira climbed the spiral stairs two at a time, counting them out of habit though she had long since lost track of the true number. Somewhere above her, the great lens waited, cold and patient, for her to wind the gears that kept the light turning.

The storm came in sideways that night, the way it always did before something changed. Mira climbed the spiral stairs two at a time, counting them out of habit though she had long since lost track of the true number. Somewhere above her, the great lens waited, cold and patient, for her to wind the gears that kept the light turning.