Connor Strange

The Secret of the Locket

Mark stared at the thick, heavy, intricately carved frame that he had taken from the crumbling building. He’d originally taken it to use as fire wood, but something told him to hold onto it. Once upon a time, the building had been one of the national museums, according to the dilapidated signage. The rubble had been mostly cleared out, and the building had been ransacked. Mark didn’t think anyone had been in the area in quite a few years.