Galitsin | Alice

Alice thought of her father’s hands, steady as stone. She thought of the city’s spoiled milk and broken promises. She stepped forward.

And inside the cage sat a creature made of broken glass and old music. Its name was , a fragment of a forgotten god that had been trapped by the first Galitsin prince. The clock didn’t measure time. It contained it. galitsin alice

Here is a tale of . In the salt-rimed city of Verkolsk, where the Neva’s breath turns to frost before it hits the ground, they spoke of the Galitsin girl in whispers. Alice thought of her father’s hands, steady as stone

“You poor thing,” she said to the glass creature. “You’re not a god. You’re a memory of fear. And I am not afraid.” Alice thought of her father’s hands